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December 1919

Last night I heard your voice, mother,     The words you sang to me   When I, a little barefoot boy,     Knelt down against your knee.   And tears gushed from my heart, mother,     And passed beyond its wall,   But though the fountain reached my throat     The drops refused to fall.  'Tis ten years since you died, mother,    Just ten dark years of pain,  And oh,

I only wish that I    Could weep just once again.

Composition Date:presumably Dec. 1919.

The lyrical form of this poem is abcb.

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Claude McKay

Festus Claudius "Claude" McKay (September 15, 1889[1] – May 22, 1948) was a Jamaican writer and poet, and was a central figure in the Harlem Ren…

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