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 word
They pass, and they see no wonder
That lightning brillant as a sword
Should blaze the path of thunder.

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Incident
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "------."

I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.