Cultural Exge
In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blows a scratchy sound.
Amorphous jack-o-Lanterns caper
And the wind wont wait for midnight
For fun to blow doors down.
By the river and the railroad
With fluid far-off goind
Boundaries bind unbinding
A whirl of whisteles blowing.
No trains or steamboats going--
Yet Leontynes unpag.
In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doorknob lets in Lieder
More than German ever bore,
Her yesterday past grandpa--
Not of her own doing--
In a pot of creens
Is gently stewing.
Pushcarts fold and unfold
In a supermarket sea.
Ater find out, mama,
Where is the colored laundromat
Since we move dup to Mount Vernon.
I begind the paper doors
on the old iron stove whats cooking?
Whats smelling, Leontyne?
Lieder, lovely Lieder
And a leaf of creen.
Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.
You knht at Christmas
They asked me if my blaess,
Would it rub off?
I said, Ask your mama.
Dreams and nightmar……（内容加载失败！）
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