Аннотация:
Claude McKay The tropics in New York Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root, Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs, Set in the window, bringing memories Of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills, And dewy dawns, and mystical blue skies In in benediction over nun-light hills. My eyes grew dim? And I could no more zaxe, A wave of longing through my body swept, Nd, hungry for the old familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept/
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