For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
The gracious city swept across the line;
Oblivious of the color of my skin,
Forgetting that I was an alien guest,
She bent to me, my hostile heart to win,
Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast;
The great, proud city, seized with a strange love,
Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.
The City's Love
Claude Mckay
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Poem topics: heart, passion, pride, great, moment, skin, flame, prove, color, golden, strange, hostile, gracious, city, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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