TABLEAU
Locked arm in arm they cross
the way,
The black boy
and the white,
The golden splendor of
the day,
The sable pride
of night.
From lowered blinds the
dark folk stare,
And here the fair
folk talk,
Indignant that these
two should dare
In unison to walk.
Oblivious to look and
work
They pass, and
see no wonder
That lightning
brilliant as a sword
Should blaze the
path of thunder.
(from Color, 1925)
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