Spring in New Hampshire

TOO GREEN THE SPRINGING APRIL GRASS, 

TOO BLUE THE SILVER-SPECKLED SKY, 

FOR ME TO LINGER HERE, ALAS, 

WHILE HAPPY WINDS GO LAUGHING BY, 

WASTING THE GOLDEN HOURS INDOORS, 

WASHING WINDOWS AND SCRUBBING FLOORS. 

TOO WONDERFUL THE APRIL NIGHT, 

TOO FAINTLY SWEET THE FIRST MAY FLOWERS, 

THE STARS TOO GLORIOUSLY BRIGHT, 

FOR ME TO SPEND THE EVENING HOURS, 

WHEN FIELDS ARE FRESH AND STREAMS ARE LEAPING, 

WEARIED, EXHAUSTED, DULLY SLEEPING.

Claude McKay – 1889-1948

Claude McKay, who was born in Jamaica in 1889, wrote about social and political concerns from his perspective as a black man in the United States, as well as a variety of subjects ranging from his Jamaican homeland to romantic love.

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Milk for the Cats

Milk for the Cat

When the tea is brought at five o’clock, And all the neat curtains are drawn with care, The little black cat with bright green eyes Is suddenly purring there. At first she pretends, having nothing to do, She has come in merely to blink by the grate, But, though tea may be late or the milk may be sour, She is never late. Harold Monro http://www.amandashome.com/milkcat.html