THE NARRATOR: Dawn In New York
Introducing the brand new blog series; "THE NARRATOR" Celebrating Jamaican Literary Stars. We're kicking things of with a piece from a high School favorite; Claude McKay's "DAWN IN NEW YORK".
The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan's roofs and spires and cheerless domes! The Dawn! My spirit to its spirit thrills. Almost the mighty city is asleep, No pushing crowd, no tramping, tramping feet. But here and there a few cars groaning creep Along, above, and underneath the street, Bearing their strangely-ghostly burdens by, The women and the men of garish nights, Their eyes wine-weakened and their clothes awry, Grotesques beneath the strong electric lights. The shadows wane. The Dawn comes to New York. And I go darkly-rebel to my work.
We love Claude Mckay's work, let us know who your litereary star is by sending us a mail with samples of their best and most revered work. THE NARRATOR is very much interested in new and resident writers alike, so open your world, embrace your stars.
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