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Jean Toomer's Poetry, by title

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  • A Certain Man
    A certain man wishes to be a prince
    Of this earth; he also wants to be
    9 lines, 1 comment
  • A Poem From Transatlantic
    Stretch sea
    Stretch away sea and land
    9 lines
  • A Portrait in Georgia
    Hair-braided chestnut,
    coiled like a lyncher's rope,
    7 lines
  • Conversion
    African Guardian of Souls,
    Drunk with rum,
    8 lines
  • Cotton Song
    Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;
    come now, hewit! roll away!
    20 lines
  • Evening Song
    Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,
    Lakes and moon and fires,
    12 lines
  • For M.W.
    There is no transcience of twilight in
    The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face,
    14 lines
  • Georgia Dusk
    The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue
    The setting sun, too indolent to hold
    28 lines
  • Harvest Song
    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.
    21 lines
  • Her Lips Are Copper Wire
    whisper of yellow globes
    gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
    12 lines
  • November Cotton Flower
    Boll-weevil's coming, and the winter's cold,
    Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old,
    14 lines
  • People
    To those fixed on white,
    White is white,
    22 lines, 15 comments
  • Reapers
    Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones
    Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones
    8 lines
  • Song of the Son
    Pour O pour that parting soul in song
    O pour it in the sawdust glow of night
    23 lines
  • Tell Me
    Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,
    When purple ribbons bind the hill,
    12 lines
  • The Lost Dancer
    Spatial depths of being survive
    The birth to death recurrences
    10 lines
  • Unsuspecting
    There is a natty kind of mind
    That slicks its thoughts,
    6 lines, 1 comment
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