{"id":359,"date":"2010-04-20T01:45:24","date_gmt":"2010-04-20T01:45:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=359"},"modified":"2017-07-11T05:06:07","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T05:06:07","slug":"the-harlem-dancer-by-claude-mckay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-harlem-dancer-by-claude-mckay\/","title":{"rendered":"THE HARLEM DANCER by Claude McKay"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/Mackey.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-360 lazyload\" title=\"Mackey\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/Mackey-215x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"215\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/Mackey-215x300.jpg 215w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/Mackey.jpg 319w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 215px) 100vw, 215px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 215px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 215\/300;\" \/><\/a>Claude McKay (1889-1948)<\/p>\n<p>THE HARLEM DANCER by Claude McKay<\/p>\n<p>Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes<br \/>\nAnd watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway;<br \/>\nHer voice was like the sound of blended flutes<br \/>\nBlown by black players upon a picnic day.<br \/>\nShe sang and danced on gracefully and calm,<br \/>\nThe light gauze hanging loose about her form;<br \/>\nTo me she seemed a proudly-swaying palm<br \/>\nGrown lovelier for passing through a storm.<br \/>\nUpon her swarthy neck black, shiny curls<br \/>\nProfusely fell; and, tossing coins in praise,<br \/>\nThe wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls,<br \/>\nDevoured her with their eager, passionate gaze;<br \/>\nBut, looking at her falsely-smiling face<br \/>\nI knew her self was not in that strange place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Claude McKay (1889-1948)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[84,416],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-359","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1900s","category-erotic-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=359"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}