This poem also appeared in The Liberator (March, 1922): [*] Claude McKay Absence The Liberator (March, 1922): 10 , signed "Claude McKay."
Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,
Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool.
Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,
Of a fruit-filled lemon tree when the day is young and dim.
Like soft rain-christened sunshine, as fragile as rare gold lace,
Your breath, sweet-scented and warm, has kindled my tranquil face.
But a silence vasty-deep, oh deeper than all these ties
Now, through the menacing miles,* brooding between us lies.
And more than the songs I sing, I await your written word,
To stir my fluent1 blood as never your presence stirred.