Poems by Jean Toomer
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A Poem From Transatlantic
... Until we step upon the radiant plateau ...
Georgia Dusk
... Being dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs ...
Evening Song
... Cloine, curled like the sleepy waters where the moonwaves start, ...
Tell Me
... The mountains loom at night, giant shades ...
Reapers
... And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds, ...
Her Lips Are Copper Wire
... and let your breath be moist against me ...
Song of the Son
... To catch thy plaintive soul, leaving, soon gone, ...
Unsuspecting
... And never suspects it is a rind ...
Banking Coal
... I’d like to tell those folks that one grand flare ...
Seventh Street
... eventh Street, in shanties, brick office buildings, theaters, drug stores, restaurants, and cabarets ...
Cotton Song
... We ain't agwine to wait until th Judgment Day!" ...
Storm Ending
... And the sweet earth flying from the thunder ...
November Cotton Flower
... s cold, Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old, ...
Harvest Song
... . . O my brothers, I beat my palms, still soft, against the stubble of my ...
People
... Or you, or me.Are they not in their minds ...
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