Why should this Negro insolently stride br Down the red noonday on such noiseless feet? br Piled in his barrow, tawnier than wheat, br Lie heaps of smouldering daisies, sombre-eyed, br Their copper petals shriveled up with pride, br Hot with a superfluity of heat, br Like a great brazier borne along the street br By captive leopards, black and burning pied.