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30 de jun. de 2023 · 3. “If We Must Die” – Claude McKay. Claude McKay, un poeta y escritor jamaicano, escribió el poema “If We Must Die” (Si debemos morir) en 1919, durante el período conocido como Renacimiento de Harlem. Este poema se considera una respuesta a los linchamientos y la violencia racial que ocurrieron en ese momento.
You yielded to my touch with gentle grace, And though my passion was a mighty wave. That buried you beneath its strong embrace, You were yet happy in the moment’s grave. Still more than passion consummate to me, More than the nuptials immemorial sung, Was the warm thrill that melted me to see. Your clean brown body, beautiful and young;
Structure of America. ‘ America ‘ by Claude McKay is written in a sonnet form, measuring 14 lines with an ABABABABABABCC rhyme scheme. The poet is, according to the sonnet structure, split into three quatrains and a final rhyming couplet. Upon the 8th line, the poem has a Volta, with a slight change in direction appearing in the verse.
12 de out. de 2023 · América Claude Mckay Em "America" (1921), Claude McKay expressa a experiência dicotómica de viver na América enquanto imigrante negro. "America" é personificada ao longo do poema como um lugar brutal mas maravilhoso, contribuindo para a perceção co...
Claude McKay's Early Poetry (1911-1922): A Digital CollectionMain MenuIntroduction: About this SiteAmardeep Singh, Lehigh UniversityConstab Ballads (1912) -- Digital EditionClaude McKay's "Constab Ballads"Songs of Jamaica (1912): Digital EditionBook of poetry by Claude McKay. Preface by Walter Jekyll.
By Claude McKay. If we must die, let it not be like hogs. Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursèd lot. If we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed. In vain; then even the monsters we defy.
2 de fev. de 2016 · Claude McKay (1889-1948) Poems from Songs of Jamaica (published in 1912) . . . Quashie to Buccra . You tas'e petater an' you say it sweet, But you no know how hard we wuk fe it; You want a basketful fe quattiewut, 'Cause you no know how 'tiff de bush fe cut. .
