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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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Claude McKay·1889–1948·communist
h something just now must be happening there!That suddenly and quiveringly here,Amid the city’s noises, I must thinkOf mangoes leaning o’er the river’s brink,And dexterous Davie climbing high above,The gold fruits ebon-speckled to remove,And toss them quickly in the tangled massOf wis-wis twisted round the guinea grass;And Cyril coming through the bramble-trackA prize bunch of bananas on his back;And Georgie--none could ever dive like him--Throwing his scanty clothes off for a swim;And schoolboys, from Bridge-tunnel going home,Watching the waters downward dash and foam.This is no daytime dream, there’s something in it,Oh something’s happening there this very minute!