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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431538" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cultural Exchange</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Quarter of the Negroes<br>Where the doors are doors of paper<br>Dust of dingy atoms<br>Blows a scratchy sound.<br>Amorphous jack-o'-Lanterns caper<br>And the wind won't wait for midnight<br>For fun to blow doors down.<br>By the river and the railroad<br>With fluid far-off goind<br>Boundaries bind unbinding<br>A whirl of whisteles blowing.<br>No trains or steamboats going--<br>Yet Leontyne's unpacking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Quarter of the Negroes<br>Where the doorknob lets in Lieder<br>More than German ever bore,<br>Her yesterday past grandpa--<br>Not of her own doing--<br>In a pot of collard greens<br>Is gently stewing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pushcarts fold and unfold<br>In a supermarket sea.<br>And we better find out, mama,<br>Where is the colored laundromat<br>Since we move dup to Mount Vernon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the pot begind the paper doors<br>on the old iron stove what's cooking?<br>What's smelling, Leontyne?<br>Lieder, lovely Lieder<br>And a leaf of collard green.<br>Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know, right at Christmas<br>They asked me if my blackness,<br>Would it rub off?<br>I said, Ask your mama.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams and nightmares!<br>Nightmares, dreams, oh!<br>Dreaming that the Negroes<br>Of the South have taken over--<br>Voted all the Dixiecrats<br>Right out of power--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comes the COLORED HOUR:<br>Martin Luther King is Governor of Georgia,<br>Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser,<br>A. Philip Randolph the High Grand Worthy.<br>In white pillared mansions<br>Sitting on their wide verandas,<br>Wealthy Negroes have white servants,<br>White sharecroppers work the black plantations,<br>And colored children have white mammies:<br>Mammy Faubus<br>Mammy Eastland<br>Mammy Wallace<br>Dear, dear darling old white mammies--<br>Sometimes even buried with our family.<br>Dear old<br>Mammy Faubus!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Culture, they say, is a two-way street:<br>Hand me my mint julep, mammny.<br>Hurry up!<br>Make haste!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Langston+Hughes">Langston Hughes</a><div class=q>
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Where the doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blows a scratchy sound.
Amorphous jack-o'-Lanterns caper
And the wind won't wait for midnight
For fun to blow doors down.
By the river and the railroad
With fluid..."></div>
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