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Bring me now where the warm wind
blows, where the grasses
sigh, where the sweet
tongue'd blossom flowers
where the showers
fan soft like a fisherman's
net thrown through the sweet-
ened air
Bring me now where the workers
rest, where the cotton drifts,
where the rivers are
and the minstrel sits
on the logwood stump
with the dreams of his slow guitar
Fragment from the poem, Didn't He Ramble, from Rights of Passage
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