An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum:SO DOING RIGHT

In an Elementary School Classroom in a Slum,

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 I concentrated on themes of social injustice and class inequalities.

Far far from gusty waves these children’s faces.

Like rootless weeds, the hair torn round their pallor

The tall girl with her weighed-down head.The paperseeming

Boy, with rat’s eyes. The stunted unluckly heir.

Of twisted bones, reciting a father’s gnarled disease.

His lesson, from his desk.At back of the dim class.

One unnoted, sweet and young.His eyes live in a dream,

Of squirrel’s game , in the tree room, other then this.

On sour cream walls, donations. Shakespeare’s head,

Cloudless at dawn , civilized dome riding all cities.

Belled, flowery, Tyrolese valley. Open- handed map

Awarding the world its world.And yet, for these

Children, these windows, not this map, their world,

Where all their future’s painted with a fog.

A narrow street seasled in with a lead sky

Far far from rivers, capes , and stars of words.

Surely , Shakespeare is wicked, the map a bad example,

With ships and sun and love tempting them to steal-

For lives that slyly turn in their cramped holes

From fog to endless night? On their slag heap, these children

Wear skins peeped through by bones and spectacles of steel

With mended glass, like bottle bits on stones.

All of their time and space are foggy slum.

So blot their maps with slums as big as doom.

Unless, governor, inspector , visitors,

This , map becomes their window and these windows

That shut upon their lives like catacombs,

Break O break open till they break the town

And show the children to green fields, and make their world

Un azure on gold sands, and let their tongues

Run naked into books the white and green leaves open

History theirs whose language is the sun.

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