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 Walter Ellison, Train Station Oil on cardboard, 20 x 36 cm (8 x 14 in.)   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.
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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 lightning brilliant as a sword Should blaze the path of thunder.  ** 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 very small, And he was no whit bigger, And so I smiled, but he poked out His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

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

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