Well, the previous post lost the line breaks; this one I think will retain the correct breaks, but the hyphens are weird. The Singer Major Wiley Along the sidewalks of West Third Street, over the irregular plates and ridges of dark gray ice clamped to the frozen concrete, a wind cold to the point of pain blew hissing veils of granular snow to tick against the glass in the door, to pile in the corners of the storefront window of the Café Elysée, candle-haunted, cinnamon-scented, chiming with the click and clink of china in the shadows; it is dead now these twenty years There I would hear the singer Major Wiley, trim and broad-shouldered, with the moderate stature, the moon face of West African ancestors; he sang the old traditional songs in a rough pale tenor. He carried a big steel-strung Chicago-made guitar, and he played it in a style at once robust and untutored. To everything he sang he brought an urgent intensity: songs of love, songs about badmen, the sour laments of slavery days. A basket was passed for coins; that café was too poor to pay its singers Late in the evening, as the snow built up on the windows, as the wicks sailed away on luminous clear lakes of wax, he grew tired; the songs grew more quiet and more somber. If I had wings, he said, like Noah's dove, and he said, I would fly up this river to the one I love, and he played a little decorative curl of notes round the end of the line, a little filigree of sound, and all the time the snow tapping: Let me in. Ah, you all know that old song, where the melody descends in the third line like a three-tiered waterfall, to plunge beneath a minor chord and there his voice like a pike in a black mountain pool moved through bitter regret, hopeless longing I see him, I see him still before my eye, young and confident, sturdy as a post, centered in the splash of light, quick-fingered, thick-throated, singing with a voice like silvered gravel Tell me, who among you, given those wings, would not fly back to the ones you love, though you left them oh so far upstream?
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