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.