Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLAVE OF SONG, by ROBERT H. STOWELL First Line: Any little lad will say Last Line: "sour, salt, or sweet." Subject(s): Singing & Singers; Tongues | ||||||||
Any little lad will say, If you ask him fair and square, "A tongue's but to taste with, Or stick out -- if you dare." Savage voices flinging far One wild high note; And a dumb slave tearing His impotent throat. Rich wine and sandalwood, Incense and musk, And a black girl singing In the purple dusk; And a tongueless minstrel With a gaping mouth; Crying like a leopard, Staring fiercely south. Any little child will tell you; Ask the first one that you meet, "Tongue's the thing that says to me, Sour, salt, or sweet." | Other Poems of Interest...THE CARIBBEAN: LANGUAGE AS TRANSLUCENT IMMINENCE by WILL ALEXANDER LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR LOVING YOU IN FLEMISH by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE CHOW, A DOG OF ANCIENT ORIGIN, HAS A BLUE-BLACK TONGUE by MADELINE DEFREES LACRIMARE, LACRIMATUS by ANNE WALDMAN CARIBBEAN: LANGUAGE AS TRANSLUCENT IMMINENCE by WILL ALEXANDER |
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