Hart Crane - Black Tambourine lyrics

The interest of a black man in a cellar Mark tardy judgment on the world's closed door. Gnats toss in the shadow of a bottle, And a roach spans a crevice in the floor. Aesop, driven to pondering, found Heaven with the tortoise and the hare; Fox brush and sow ear top his grave And mingling incantations on the air. The black man, forlorn in the cellar, Wanders in some mid-kingdom, dark, that lies, Between his tambourine, stuck on the wall, And, in Africa, a carca** quick with flies.