Jean Toomer
Cotton Song by Jean Toomer

Cotton Song by Jean Toomer

Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;come now, hewit! roll away!Shackles fall upon the Judgment DayBut lets not wait for it.God's body's got a soul,Bodies like to roll the soul,Cant ...

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A Certain Man by Jean Toomer

A Certain Man by Jean Toomer

A certain man wishes to be a princeOf this earth; he also wants to beA saint and master of the being-world.Conscience cannot exist in the first:The second cannot exist without ...

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Her Lips Are Copper Wire by Jean Toomer

Her Lips Are Copper Wire by Jean Toomer

whisper of yellow globesgleaming on lamp-posts that swaylike bootleg licker drinkers in the fogand let your breath be moist against melike bright beads on yellow globestelephone ...

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A Portrait In Georgia by Jean Toomer

A Portrait In Georgia by Jean Toomer

Hair-braided chestnut,coiled like a lyncher's rope,Eyes-fagots,Lips-old scars, or the first red blisters,Breath-the last sweet scent of cane,And her slim body, white as the ashof ...

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Georgia Dusk by Jean Toomer

Georgia Dusk by Jean Toomer

The sky, lazily disdaining to pursueThe setting sun, too indolent to holdA lengthened tournament for flashing gold,Passively darkens for night's barbeque,A feast of moon and men ...

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A Poem From Transatlantic by Jean Toomer

A Poem From Transatlantic by Jean Toomer

Stretch seaStretch away sea and landWe are following theeThy lead is dangerousAnd gloriusStretch thyself and usAnd make us liveTo mount the ladder of horizonsUntil we step upon ...

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Banking Coal by Jean Toomer

Banking Coal by Jean Toomer

Whoever it was who brought the first wood and coalTo start the Fire, did his part well;Not all wood takes to fire from a match,Nor coal from wood before it’s burned to ...

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Conversion by Jean Toomer

Conversion by Jean Toomer

African Guardian of Souls,Drunk with rum,Feasting on strange cassava,Yielding to new words and a weak palabraOf a white-faced sardonic god--Grins, criesAmen,Shouts hosanna.

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For M.W. by Jean Toomer

For M.W. by Jean Toomer

There is no transcience of twilight inThe beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face,No flicker of a slender flame in space,In crucibles, fragility crystalline.There is no fragrance of ...

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Evening Song by Jean Toomer

Evening Song by Jean Toomer

Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,Lakes and moon and fires,Cloine tires,Holding her lips apart.Promises of slumber leaving shore to charm the moon,Miracle made ...

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Harvest Song by Jean Toomer

Harvest Song by Jean Toomer

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled. But I am too chilled, and too fatigued to bind them. And I hunger. I crack a grain between my teeth. I do not ...

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November Cotton Flower by Jean Toomer

November Cotton Flower by Jean Toomer

Boll-weevil's coming, and the winter's cold,Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old,And cotton, scarce as any southern snow,Was vanishing; the branch, so pinched and ...

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The Lost Dancer by Jean Toomer

The Lost Dancer by Jean Toomer

Spatial depths of being surviveThe birth to death recurrencesOf feet dancing on earth of sand; Vibrations of the dance surviveThe sand; the sand, elect, survivesThe dancer. He can ...

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People by Jean Toomer

People by Jean Toomer

To those fixed on white,White is white,To those fixed on black,It is the same,And red is red,Yellow, yellow-Surely there are such sightsIn the many colored world,Or in the ...

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Reapers by Jean Toomer

Reapers by Jean Toomer

Black reapers with the sound of steel on stonesAre sharpening scythes. I see them place the honesIn their hip-pockets as a thing that's done,And start their silent swinging, one ...

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Unsuspecting by Jean Toomer

Unsuspecting by Jean Toomer

There is a natty kind of mindThat slicks its thoughts,Culls its oughts,Trims its views,Prunes its trues,And never suspects it is a rind.

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Storm Ending by Jean Toomer

Storm Ending by Jean Toomer

Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,Rumbling in the wind,Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .Full-lipped flowersBitten by the ...

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Portrait In Georgia by Jean Toomer

Portrait In Georgia by Jean Toomer

Hair--braided chestnut, coiled like a lyncher's rope,Eyes--fagots,Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,And her slim body, white as the ...

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Song Of The Son by Jean Toomer

Song Of The Son by Jean Toomer

Pour O pour that parting soul in songO pour it in the sawdust glow of nightInto the velvet pine-smoke air tonight,And let the valley carry it along.And let the valley carry it ...

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Tell Me by Jean Toomer

Tell Me by Jean Toomer

Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,When purple ribbons bind the hill,Do dreams your secret wish fulfill,Do prayers, like kernels from the huskCome from your lips? Tell me if whenThe ...

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Seventh Street by Jean Toomer

Seventh Street by Jean Toomer

Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts, Bootleggers in silken shirts, Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs, Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks. ...

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