Claude McKay, "The Tropics of New York" (1922)

Bananas ripe and green, the ginger-root
	Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit,
	Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs,

Set in the window, bringing memories
	Of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills,
And dewy dawns, and mystical blue skies
	In benediction over nun-like hills.

My eyes grow dim, and I coulid no more gaze;
	A wave of longing through my body swept.
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways,
	I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.