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...sufferings become part of his own, their protest is his protest; their failures his failures— he is "the hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, covered with sweat," he the "mashed fireman with breast-bone broken," "the youngster taken for larceny,"...

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...The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wood, and her children gazing on ; The hounded slave that flags in the race and leans by the fence, blowing and covered with sweat, 830 The twinges that sting like needles his...

...The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wood, and her children gazing on; The hounded slave that flags in the race and leans by the fence, blowing and covered with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs...

..."Salem / where the pale women / burned like leaves," reminiscent perhaps of Walt Whitman's image of "The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood. . . ,"24 At the memorial in Salem on November 10, 1992, there rested on a stone border by the entrance...

...the sharp-lipp'd unshaved men ; All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. The disdain...that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, covcr'd with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and...

...sharp-lipp'd unshaved men; 830 All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine, I am the man, I suffer'd, I was there. The disdain...race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, 835 The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous buckshot and the bullets,...

...The disdain and calmness of martyrs, The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wood, and her children gazing on; The hounded slave that flags in the race and leans by the fence, blowing and covered with sweat, 830 The twinges that sting like needles his...

...oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other, (Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you.) The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence, blowing, cover'd with sweat, I am the hounded slave, Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly...