by Langston Hughes
The low beating of the tom-toms,
The slow beating of the tom-toms,
Low … slow
Slow … low –
Stirs your blood.
Dance!
A night-veiled girl
Whirls softly into a
Circle of light.
Whirls softly … slowly,
Like a wisp of smoke around the fire –
And the tom-toms beat,
And the tom-toms beat,
And the low beating of the tom-toms
Stirs your blood.
From:
The Weary Blues
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Last updated February 13, 2023