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“I Know My Soul” was published in McKay’s book Harlem Shadows (Harcourt, Brace and company, 1922). 

I Know My Soul

I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I’m comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Claude McKay

Claude McKay

Claude McKay, who was born in Jamaica in 1889, wrote about social and political concerns from his perspective as a black man in the United States, as well as a variety of subjects ranging from his Jamaican homeland to romantic love.

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On my brow an unfading frown
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And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
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And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
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Too green the springing April grass, 
Too blue the silver-speckled sky, 
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While happy winds go laughing by, 
Wasting the golden hours indoors, 
Washing windows and scrubbing floors. 

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Too faintly sweet the first May flowers, 
The stars too gloriously