Dr. John McCrae Poems

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Dr. John McCrae

if we must die
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While rou... [read poem]
the waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by... [read poem]
the meadow mouse

In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking
Sleeps the baby mouse I found in th... [read poem]
in flanders fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our pla... [read poem]
december, 1919
Last night I heard your voice, mother,
The words you sang to me
When I, a little baref... [read poem]
on broadway
About me young careless feet
Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting... [read poem]
harlem shadows
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall
Its ve... [read poem]
the tropics in new york
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tanger... [read poem]
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;... [read poem]
Oh when I think of my long-suffering race,
For weary centuries despised, oppressed,
Enslav... [read poem]
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