America

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!

by Claude McKay Click to read full poem

Comments (17)

it has a rich taste of of America if that makes any sense
I think this poem really has a very good nhow of America
garbage i hate this its boring as hell
I love this poem. As Italian with a denied visa and a consequently denied dream, I feel this poem a lot. Thanks for sharing such an amazing set of emotions.
Such an interesting poem presented nicely. Thanks for sharing and congratulations for the poem of the day.
Stupendous write. A beautiful poem that can withstand the tests of time.
Such a sincere poem by Claude MacKay....
Bold, very bold expression.
A poem of truth about America..... however, the first word in the poem reads, Although. I loved the balance of this great piece overall. Congratulations! ! !
A precise-rhymed sonnet that still shouts and whispers after such a long time. It gives Claude McKay's unique perspective of America as an immigrant.
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, wonderfully penned, patriotic poem, thanks for sharing
Bread of bitterness! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
If I’ve read this (Skakespearean) sonnet before, I had fogotten it. I’m impressed that McKay could yet hold psitive feelings for America despite what he personally and, more generally, black Americans had experienced. I’d guess that this is in part for people like Walt Whitman who had an inclusive view of America. For more of the same, if you who read this are interested, see my poems Listening to Genius Loves Company and Another View of Whitman. -GK
This could be understood as nothing less than an affirmation of his belief in the greatness of America.........well thought out piece excellently crafted........thanks for sharing
a very good poem, even after so many years..
alas..........it was written some time back..........america is changed now
This is a great poem. i love to read Claude McKay's poems. He IS the BEST poet since Shakespeare.