XX
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point
I pulled the kerchief very close:
He could not see the sun, I swear
More, then, alive, than now he does
From between the roots of the mangles.. where?
.. I know where. Close! a child and mother
Do wrong to look at one another,
When one is black and one is fair.