Celebrate July 4th by reading Claude McKay

While patriotism, nationalism, and fireworks are on full display in the country today, I thought it was the perfect time to consider the interpretation of Americanness through the eyes of one of my favorite poets, Claude McKay. If only to give us something to think about and ponder during these chaotic times.

Today, we are going to look at his sonnet โ€œAmerica,โ€ which offers insight into the duality of the Black American in the United States, as his experiences manifested in the forms of both the Harlem Renaissance and the reality that racism was a pervasive, violent thorn in the side of his class (as it still is).

In understanding the sonnet more conceptually, Donna Denize and Lousia Newlin state in their article โ€œThe Sonnet Tradition of Claude McKayโ€ that McKay โ€œfeminizesโ€ North America, which perhaps creates a loving, yet tumultuous, relationship between the speaker and the country.

They write: โ€œOne canโ€™t help but notice how images keep shifting, as by the means of the sonnet form, the speaker negotiates the tension between conflicting emotionsโ€”passions invoked by the great promise of equality and innovation, patent traits of the American Dreamโ€ (Denize).

I hope you enjoy the poem if you havenโ€™t read it because I love it; and, if you are feeling emboldened after this reading, perhaps try โ€œIf We Must Die,โ€ which was the first McKay poem I read, as I feel like it compliments โ€œAmericaโ€ well.

โ€œAmericaโ€ by Claude McKay

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,

And sinks into my throat her tigerโ€™s tooth,

Stealing my breath of life, I will confess

I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.

Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,

Giving me strength erect against her hate,

Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.

Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,

I stand within her walls with not a shred

Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.

Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,

And see her might and granite wonders there,

Beneath the touch of Timeโ€™s unerring hand,

Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

(Poetryfoundation.org)

Works Cited

Denizรฉ, Donna E. M., and Louisa Newlin. โ€œThe Sonnet Tradition and Claude McKay.โ€ The English Journal, vol. 99, no. 1, 2009, pp. 99โ€“105. JSTOR, www.jstor.org/stable/40503338. Accessed 1 July 2021.

McKay, Claude. โ€œAmerica by Claude McKay | Poetry Foundation.โ€ Poetry Foundation, 1 July 2021, poetryfoundation.org/poems/44691/america-56d223e1ac025.


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