Claude McKay's Early Poetry (1911-1922): A Digital Collection

Heartless Rhoda

KISS me, as you want it so ;
   Lub me, ef it wort' de while
Yet I feel it an' I know 
Dat, as t'rough de wul' you go,
   You will oft look back an' smile
At de t'ings which you now do.

Tek me to de church te-day,
   Call me wife as you go home;
Hard fate, smilin' at us, say
Dat de whole is so-so play;
   Soon de ushal en' will come,
An' we both will choice our way.

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Spare you' breat', me husban' true,
   I be'n marry you fe fun:
Lub dat las' long is a few,
An' I hadn' much fe you.
   I be'n tell you it would done,
All whe' come is wha' you do

Life I only care to see
   In de way dat udders live;
I experiment to be
All dat fate can mek o' me:
   Glad I tek all whe' she give,
For I'm hopin' to be free

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