Thirst

Poem By Claude McKay

My spirit wails for water, water now!
My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot
For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough,
Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot.
My hungry body's burning for a swim
In sunlit water where the air is cool,
As in Trout Valley where upon a limb
The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool.
Oh water, water, when the night is done,
When day steals gray-white through the windowpane,
Clear silver water when I wake, alone,
All impotent of parts, of fevered brain;
Pure water from a forest fountain first,
To wash me, cleanse me, and to quench my thirst!

Comments about Thirst

Water is an extremely valuable element, of many uses to people. Water quenches our thirst of course, it keeps the body clean through showering, I too love to swim in the sea or baths-it cools me down. Plants need watering to survive. I shared the pleasant sensations in this poem.


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