Summer 1944 • Vol. VI No. 3 Poetry |

Look

Those who look sideways, if their skin is darkLook sideways farther and with more amaze.There’s white and oval startle in the quicklyGleaming gaze. And what the pupil sees, that I cannotBut only the apprehension of the eyeball.In its roll the foregoing of fear, and the foregoing of thoughtIn its interval.

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