新视野大学英语读写教程听力 第四册 课文 te-08a_new

[-1:-6.00]I do not always feel colored.
[-1:-7.00]Even now I often achieve the unconscious Zora of that small village, Eatonville.
[-1:-8.00]For instance, I can sit in a restaurant with a white person.
[-1:-9.00]We enter chatting about any little things that we have in common
[-1:10.00]and the white man would sit calmly in his seat, listening to me with interest.
[-1:11.00]At certain times I have no race, I am me.
[-1:12.00]But in the main,
[-1:13.00]I feel like a brown bag of mixed items propped up against a wall.
[-1:14.00]Against a wall in company with other bags, white, red and yellow.
[-1:15.00]Pour out the contents,
[-1:16.00]and there is discovered a pile of small things both valuable and worthless.
[-1:17.00]Bits of broken glass, lengths of string,
[-1:18.00]a key to a door long since decayed away, a rusty knife-blade,
[-1:19.00]old shoes saved for a road that never was and never will be,
[-1:20.00]a nail bent under the weight of things too heavy for any nail,
[-1:21.00]a dried flower or two still with a little smell.
[-1:22.00]In your hand is the brown bag.
[-1:23.00]On the ground before you is the pile it held —
[-1:24.00]so much like the piles in the other bags, could they be emptied,
[-1:25.00]that all might be combined and mixed in a single heap
[-1:26.00]and the bags refilled without altering the content of any greatly.
[-1:27.00]A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter.
[-1:28.00]Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer
[-1:29.00]of Bags filled them in the first place — who knows?