The poem below was written in the early 1900s:
Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes
Blown by black players upon a picnic day.
She sang and danced on gracefully and calm,
The light gauze hanging loose about her form;
To me she seemed a proudly-swaying palm
Grown lovelier for passing through a storm.
Upon her swarthy neck black, shiny curls
Profusely fell; and, tossing coins in praise,
The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls,
Devoured her with their eager, passionate gaze;
But, looking at her falsely-smiling face
I knew her self was not in that strange place.
Source: http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/11986/pg11986.html
To which of the following is the excerpt above linked?
O the art deco movement
O the Lost Generation
O the Harlem Renaissance
O religious fundamentalism