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The Easter Flower by Claude McKay

The Easter Flower

by Claude McKay


Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly

My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,

Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily

Soft-scented in the air for yards around;


Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!

Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,

It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief

In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;


And many thought it was a sacred sign,

And some called it the resurrection flower;

;And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,

Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.




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