#Claude McKay

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I'll Eat You Up, I Love You So

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This poem, If We Must Die by Claude McKay was written during the Red Summer, 1919. It has since been adopted to support many groups facing persecution, such as the Palestinians. I paired it with a field of poppies and a faint keffiyeh pattern. I made this one last December and haven't shared it in a while so I thought I'd do so again now. You can find it here.

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[lionofchaeronea]

And all things were transfigured in the day But me, whom radiant beauty could not move; For you, more wonderful, were far away, And I was blind with hunger for your love. -Claude McKay, "Summer Morn in New Hampshire"

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If We Must Die 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

Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!

O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!

Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,

And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!

What though before us lies the open grave?

Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,

Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

[black-whole]

Our Souls Have Grown Deep Like Rivers - Black Poets Read their work

2 x CD, Compilation, 2000

[theshatterednotes]

Claude McKay, American poet

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If We Must Die

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

Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!

O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!

Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,

And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!

What though before us lies the open grave?

Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,

Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

[obsessioncollector]

Speaking of Claude McKay! At one point I knew this classic by heart... I did a project on him in middle school and I think his Wikipedia article was the first time I came across the term "bisexual" 😊 A multifaceted legend!

[victusinveritas]

If We Must Die by Claude McKay.

If We Must Die

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

Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!

O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!

Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,

And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!

What though before us lies the open grave?

Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,

Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

[drsonnet]

If we must die, let it not be like hogs

ترجمة د. صهباء بندق

If we must die, let it not be like hogs

إذا لم يكن من الموتِ بُدٌ فلا نموتنّ مٍيْتة الخنازير

Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,

نُصادُ و نُلقى في الحظائر بلا كرامة

While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,

ومن حولنا كلابُ مسعٌورةُ تنبح

Making their mock at our accursèd lot.

ساخرة من مصيرنا اللعين ؛ المُهين

If we must die, O let us nobly die,

إذا لم يكن من الموتِ بُدٌ فلنمت أعزاء شُرفاء So that our precious blood may not be shed

ولا تُراقن دماؤنا الغالية بلا ثمن In vain; then even the monsters we defy

حينئذٍ ؛ حتى الوحوش الضارية التي نقف في وجوهها Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!

ستُضطر إلى تكريمنا ونحن أموات O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!

أيها الرفاق ؛ يا أشقاء علينا مواجهة العدو المشترك Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,

وإن كنا أقل منه عددا وعُدة ؛ فلنتفوق عليه بالشجاعة And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!

وفي مقابل آلاف الطِعان التي يوجهونها إلينا علينا أن نسدد إليه طعنة واحدة ؛ قاتلة What though before us lies the open grave?

ما علينا إذا كان القبرٌ في انتظارنا غداً ؟ Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,سنواجه زُمرة القتلة الجُبناء ؛ رجالاً Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

ظهورنا إلى الجُدران؛ لكننا نردُ الطعنة بالطعنة

Claude McKayكلود مكاي(ولد في العقد الأخير من القرن التاسع عشر ؛ وهو من شعراء الزنوج الذين سخروا شعرهم للتمرد على أبناء جنسه المسخرين لخدمة البيض)

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Summer Morn in New Hampshire, Claude McKay

[ Text ID: For you, more wonderful, were far away, / And I was blind with hunger for your love. ]

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Banjo: A Novel

By Claude McKay.

Design by Vivian Lopez Rowe.

[lionofchaeronea]

Current reading is Harlem Shadows, the landmark 1922 poetry collection by the Jamaican-American author Claude McKay (1890-1948). To breathe new life into traditional forms like the sonnet, at a time when Modernism and free verse were overwhelmingly dominant, is impressive. To write of intense emotions--alienation, grief, rage--in a beautiful way is no less impressive. To do both at once is astonishing, and that is what McKay did. His work is an undying cri de coeur against racial injustice in both his native and his adopted countries, and it stands as one of the crowning achievements of the Harlem Renaissance.

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"If We Must Die" 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 accursed lot. If we must die - oh, let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe; Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

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To One Coming North

At first you'll joy to see the playful snow, Like white moths trembling on the tropic air, Or waters of the hills that softly flow Gracefully falling down a shining stair.

And when the fields and streets are covered white And the wind-worried void is chilly, raw, Or underneath a spell of heat and light The cheerless frozen spots begin to thaw,

Like me you'll long for home, where birds' glad song Means flowering lanes and leas and spaces dry, And tender thoughts and feelings fine and strong, Beneath a vivid silver-flecked blue sky.

But oh! more than the changeless southern isles, When Spring has shed upon the earth her charm, You'll love the Northland wreathed in golden smiles By the miraculous sun turned glad and warm.

Claude McKay

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The White House

Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the courage and the grace To bear my anger proudly and unbent. The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet, And passion rends my vitals as I pass, A chafing savage, down the decent street; Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass. Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour, Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw, And find in it the superhuman power To hold me to the letter of your law! Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate Against the potent poison of your hate.

Claude McKay