A

er by the saw

couldnt see mor

udden darting p

like a black bir

ne could hear, Some distance, of

intha's runnin

of the red dus

in the road.

after the sawm

e any of the wo

ting-ready songs

would put one's

r thought to m

e stoned the co

t the other ch

ho caught her a

e was as innoce

n flower. Alre

Homes in Georgi

wo-room plan.

other you slee

tha had seen o

r parents lovin

rents, for to fo

RI

e played "home

afraid to do h

hole thing. O

hobby-horse up

men counte

ke dusk, O can

e dusk, When th

carries beauty, Perfect as du

ed many times.

years back they

ir knees. Kari

hen she is in t

mpt for them.

men run still

n go to the big

oung men go aw

to bring her m

ho thought that

A

ntha is a woman, And she has h

bed of pine-ne

les are smooth

he feet of rabbi

Its pyramida

is a year befor

ile, the smok

rees, curls up, And spreads itse

returned home

tasted it in

a s

n the hill

on the hi

my soul t

woman. Men d

r was a growin

will bring th

ing found it out

RI

g beauty, perfe

s down. Kar

you see it, O cant you see it, Her skin is like dus

down.

AP

ith the sound o

cythes. I see th

g that's done, And start their

gh the weeds, And there, a field

e the blade, Blood-stained, con

R COTTO

y, seasons old, And cotton, scarce as any southern snow, Was vanishing; t

soil had caused

he streams ; dea

dred feet belo

ason when the f

startled, and

ce. Supers

t had never

a trace of fear, Beauty so s

E

e white woma

e's dead; they

per to Jesus.

an aimless rustl

ne Negro son.

ck nigger, s

od-forsaken, insane white shameless wench,

stringy, her br

ir w'ords, they

— then she bro

, harsh, vacant, Staring. . .

elf-respect, sai

ldnt tell. Poor

n, said the blac

black folks buil

owing baby, pr

is cross upon h

u

E

was born, the w

more to do with

joined hands to

pered to Jesus

o say he said i

anted to, on t

the railroad a

nd the bricks, Would have sho

Deacon, who st

the cabin. A s

. . O fly awa

ning chi

h day rumbled

r her cabin. Fo

buggies went

. No one ever

ard about her, Threw out pap

led with prayers, As they pass

islandized be

rack. Pushed u

listless eyes c

A

town took tur

other, in bringi

oes. Even somet

d Georgia, Grinding cane and

me sugar sap.

grew up and r

s old as folks r

m carrying a b

was what the wh

said, for the

he likes of that

as a Becky, tha

ad

rew. Sullen an

r to Jesus; tel

us-lips against

eemed as thoug

re, there could

t that prayed

y died, and they

sk. They'd bea

ing at all in

g the road. Whi

10

E

d least of all

from job to j

mother because

They answered

ng up two men a

te folks; goda

s they left to

er chimney ; she

shook the gro

ng chimney. Nob

came over all w

and felt the t

began to take

oon because th

ght be a hant, a

mention it. . . O pine

. Our congreg

verton, and wer

ind. The autum

hurch, listless

ale, sticky, like

sick. Before we

would show us t