Tableau

(For Donald Duff)

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

In unison to walk
Oblivious to look and word

They pass, and see no wonder
That lightining brilliant as a sword

Should blaze the path of thunder