I got a poem for you guys: "A Song of the Moon" (Poems of New York) by Claude McKay The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes, and falls along cemented steel and stone, upon the grayness of a million homes, lugubrious in unchanging monotone. Upon the clothes behind the tenement, that hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines. There is no magic from you presence here, so moon, sad moon, tuck up your trailing robe, whose silver seems antique and too severe against the glow of one electric globe. Go spill your beauty on the laughing faces of happy flowers that bloom a thousand hues, waiting on tiptoe on the wilding spaces, To drink your wine mixed with sweet draughts of dew. I had to find a poem for my english class so i found this. I thought it was very good and decided to share it here. Tell me what you think.
