<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0011 Those white and future blues - to Chet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the ring of linked brown arms, <br>bare feet, brown feet with whiter soles<br>drum on the dusty, hard brown earth, stomp the rhythm<br>as if to wake the gods of earth<br>to draw the rain down to the roots, <br>caressing seeds against the growing time, <br>hearing the tears at the heart of things; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hearing the shuffle-clank<br>of leg irons listening for some rhythm that consoles<br>with promise; hearing the blues sung softly, like a prayer, <br>taken up across the cotton field, <br>sadness meeting hope in longing patience</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and a century ago<br>the white lady who loved Africa said, <br>I am weary with the future</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">white boy, you’re so young –<br>how could you hear the blues so well? <br>are they just around the corner<br>of every town that’s built, as dusk descends? <br>Do they lurk wherever lips meet plangent trumpet, <br>in the reeds of mourning clarinet, <br>the nostalgia of a dreaming saxophone? <br>Wherever future whispers to the past<br>and hears the sad reply? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">white boy, white boy without a past, <br>you hear the blues so well, <br>I think you hear<br>those future blues, <br>those old white future blues, <br>those lonesome future blues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460413" data-title="0011 Those white and future blues - to Chet de Michael Shepherd" data-description="Under the ring of linked brown arms, bare feet, brown feet with whiter soles drum on the dusty, hard brown earth, stomp the rhythm as if to wake the gods of earth to draw the rain down to the roots, caressing seeds against the growing time, hea..."></div> </div> </div>

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