To join the souls of both of us.
XXIX
I look on the sea and the sky.
Where the pilgrims' ships first anchored lay
The free sun rideth gloriously,
200 Rut the pilgrim-ghosts have slid away
Through the earliest streaks of the morn:
My face is black, but it glares with a scorn
Which they dare not meet by day.
xxx Ha!?in their stead, their hunter sons!
205
Ha, ha! they are on me?they hunt in a ring!
Keep off! I brave you all at once,
I throw off your eyes like snakes that sting!
You have killed the black eagle at nest, I think:
Did you ever stand still in your triumph, and shrink
210
From the stroke of her wounded wing?
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THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT / 1091
XXXI (Man, drop that stone you dared to lift!?)
I wish you who stand there five abreast,
Each, for his own wife's joy and gift,
A little corpse as safely at rest
215 As mine in the mangoes! Yes, but she
May keep live babies on her knee,
And sing the song she likes the best.
XXXII I am not mad: I am black.
I see you staring in my face?
220 I know you staring, shrinking back, Ye are born of the Washington-race,2
And this land is the free America, And this mark on my wrist?(I prove' what I say) demonstrate Ropes tied me up here to the flogging-place.
xxxm 225 You think I shrieked then? Not a sound!
I hung, as a gourd hangs in the sun;
I only cursed them all around As softly as I might have done
My very own child: from these sands
230 Up to the mountains, lift your hands,
O slaves, and end what I begun!
xxxrv Whips, curses; these must answer those!
For in this UNION you have set
Two kinds of men in adverse rows,
235 Each loathing each; and all forget
The seven wounds in Christ's body fair,
While HE sees gaping everywhere
Our countless wounds that pay no debt.
xxxv Our wounds are different. Your white men
240 Are, after all, not gods indeed,
Nor able to make Christs again
Do good with bleeding. We who bleed
(Stand off!) we help not in our loss!
