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Black Tambourine
by Hart Crane The interests of a black man in a cellar Mark tardy judgment on the world’s closed door. Gnats toss in the shadow of a bottle, And a roach spans a crevice in the floor. Aesop, driven to pondering, found Heaven with the tortoise and the hare, Fox brush and sow ear top his grave And mingling incantations on the air. The black man, forlorn in the cellar, Wanders in some mid-kingdom, dark, that lies, Between his tambourine, stuck on the wall, And, in Africa, a carcass quick with flies. お気に入りの記事を「いいね!」で応援しよう
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2007年09月18日 20時50分47秒
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