Locked arm in arm they cross the way <br />The black boy and the white, <br />The golden splendor of the day <br />The sable pride of night. <br /> <br />From lowered blinds the dark folk stare <br />And here the fair folk talk, <br />Indignant that these two should dare <br />In unison to walk. <br /> <br />Oblivious to look and word <br />They pass, and see no wonder <br />That lightning brilliant as a sword <br />Should blaze the path of thunder.<br /><br />Countee Cullen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tableau-2/
