The City's Love

For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
The gracious city swept across the line;
Oblivious of the color of my skin,
Forgetting that I was an alien guest,
She bent to me, my hostile heart to win,
Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast;
The great, proud city, seized with a strange love,
Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.

by Claude McKay

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For one brief golden moment rare like wine, The gracious city swept across the line; Oblivious of the color of my skin, Forgetting that I was an alien guest... this is sad, people, sad that a person's skin color would be an issue, would skew one's perspective. i'm glad the poet had that golden moment. sad that others would be withheld or, worse, be frightening or brutal. and mad we're still having to deal with this prejudice in my own country but not limited, not nearly, to my own country. -gk
I wish they would find another voice to read these great poems
Such a thoughtful and didactic poem. Its an all read poem. A nice job by a highly appreciated poet. Well done and congratulations for being chosen
A short witty poem. Very nice.
Golden moment! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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