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WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human, 
With your woolly-white and turban’d head, and bare bony feet? 
Why, rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet? 
  
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(’Tis while our army lines Carolina’s sand and pines, 
Forth from thy hovel door, thou, Ethiopia, com’st to me,
As, under doughty Sherman, I march toward the sea.) 
  
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Me, master, years a hundred, since from my parents sunder’d, 
A little child, they caught me as the savage beast is caught; 
Then hither me, across the sea, the cruel slaver brought. 
  
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No further does she say, but lingering all the day,
Her high-borne turban’d head she wags, and rolls her darkling eye, 
And curtseys to the regiments, the guidons moving by. 
  
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What is it, fateful woman—so blear, hardly human? 
Why wag your head, with turban bound—yellow, red and green? 
Are the things so strange and marvelous, you see or have seen?

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 35. Ethiopia Saluting the Colors.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 8. Drum-Taps
Year: Published/Written in 1900

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