Black Boys Play the Classics
The most popular “act” in
Penn Station
is the three black kids in ratty . . .
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A Black Man Talks of Reaping
I have sown beside all waters in my day.
I planted deep, within my heart the fear
that wind or fowl would take the grain away. . . .
Blackberrying
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea . . .
The Blackstone Rangers
I
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES
. . .
A Blessing
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies . . .
Blind Curse
You could drive blind
for those two seconds
and they would be forever. . . .
A Blind Fisherman
I teach my friend, a fisherman gone blind, to cast
true left, right or center and how far
between lily pads and the fallen cedar. . . .
The Bloody Sire
It is not bad. Let them play.
Let the guns bark and the bombing-plane
Speak his prodigious blasphemies. . . .
"Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind"
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude; . . .
The Blues Don’t Change
And I was born with you, wasn’t I, Blues?
Wombed with you, wounded, reared and forwarded
from address to address, stamped, stomped . . .
