Tableau

By:Countee Cullen

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
Oblivious to look and word
They pass, and see no wonder
That lightening brilliant as a sword
Should blaze the path of lightening.
By:Countee Cullen 1