And, by the same token, I can distinguish
A Moor from a Blackamoor
And the wild rose from the negroes.
VII HAT AND TEETH
Where Catherine Street descends into the Strand
There I saw one I knew and stopped him, crying 120
“Where did you get that hat? Stetson?”
“Dunlap,” he said and grinned
And showed precarious teeth.
One of the Five he was and not The One,