NEGROES

NEGROES

The loose eyes of an old manShone aloof upon his boyish face;And a sluggish innocenceHugged his dull brown skin.He sang a hymn caught from his eldersAnd his voice resembledA quavering, feverish laughSoftened in a swaying cradle.His life had found a refuge in his voice,And the rest of him was sickly fleshIgnorant of life and death.Like a crushed, excited clownHis mother shuffled out upon the porch.Slowly her dark brown face resolvedInto the hushed and sulky lookOf one who stands within a dim-walled trap.Lazily uncertain,She raised the boy into her arms.Then her voice swung in the airLike a quavering, feverish laughSoftened in a swaying cradle.

The loose eyes of an old manShone aloof upon his boyish face;And a sluggish innocenceHugged his dull brown skin.He sang a hymn caught from his eldersAnd his voice resembledA quavering, feverish laughSoftened in a swaying cradle.His life had found a refuge in his voice,And the rest of him was sickly fleshIgnorant of life and death.Like a crushed, excited clownHis mother shuffled out upon the porch.Slowly her dark brown face resolvedInto the hushed and sulky lookOf one who stands within a dim-walled trap.Lazily uncertain,She raised the boy into her arms.Then her voice swung in the airLike a quavering, feverish laughSoftened in a swaying cradle.

The loose eyes of an old man

Shone aloof upon his boyish face;

And a sluggish innocence

Hugged his dull brown skin.

He sang a hymn caught from his elders

And his voice resembled

A quavering, feverish laugh

Softened in a swaying cradle.

His life had found a refuge in his voice,

And the rest of him was sickly flesh

Ignorant of life and death.

Like a crushed, excited clown

His mother shuffled out upon the porch.

Slowly her dark brown face resolved

Into the hushed and sulky look

Of one who stands within a dim-walled trap.

Lazily uncertain,

She raised the boy into her arms.

Then her voice swung in the air

Like a quavering, feverish laugh

Softened in a swaying cradle.


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