Independence Reenvisioned

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“America” by Claude McKay, 1921

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

Mackey

Claude McKay was born in Jamaica in 1889.

from ShenandoahLiterary.org

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Catalyst

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As if disintegrating the stone of our being to sand

we pour ourselves empty to be remade beyond

the merciless sins we rise above.

 

The beauty of your breast now cleaved away,

my lungs always stomping their sun-flare dance against harm,

yet we reshape ourselves for one another as balm

till we can bear our stories’ terrible weight

 

till we are transformed as if sound—

water on granite, wind through pine,

an osprey’s haunting cry—

you and I as salt and sea and sky.

 

 

Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.

 

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