WILD MAY
by: Claude McKay (1890-1948)
- LETA mentions
in her tender letters,
- Among a chain of quaint and touching things,
- That you are feeble, weighted down with fetters,
- And given to strange deeds and mutterings.
- No longer without trace or thought of fear,
- Do you leap to and ride the rebel roan;
- But have become the victim of grim care,
- With three brown beauties to support alone.
- But none the less will you be in my mind,
- Wild May that cantered by the risky ways,
- With showy head-cloth flirting in the wind,
- From market in the glad December days;
- Wild May of whom even other girls could rave
- Before sex tamed your spirit, made you slave.
"Wild May" is reprinted
from Harlem Shadows. Claude McKay. New York: Harcourt,
Brace and Company, 1922. |
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