Harvest Song (Jean Toomer Poems)
I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled.But I am too chilled, and too ...
Jean Toomer Poems (38 Poems)
Seventh Street (Jean Toomer Poems)
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,Bootleggers in silken shirts,Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.Seventh Street is a bastrad ...
Georgia Dusk (Jean Toomer Poems)
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursueThe setting sun, too indolent to holdA lengthened tournament for flashing gold,Passively darkens for night's ...
Banking Coal (Jean Toomer Poems)
Whoever it was who brought the first wood and coalTo start the Fire, did his part well;Not all wood takes ...
Song of the Son (Jean Toomer Poems)
Pour O pour that parting soul in songO pour it in the sawdust glow of nightInto the velvet pine-smoke air ...
For M.W. (Jean Toomer Poems)
There is no transcience of twilight in The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face, No flicker of a slender flame in space,In ...
Cotton Song (Jean Toomer Poems)
Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;come now, hewit! roll away!Shackles fall upon the Judgment DayBut lets not wait for it.God's ...
November Cotton Flower (Jean Toomer Poems)
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, ...
People (Jean Toomer Poems)
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 ...
Tell Me (Jean Toomer Poems)
Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,When purple ribbons bind the hill,Do dreams your secret wish fulfill,Do prayers, like kernels ...
Her Lips Are Copper Wire (Jean Toomer Poems)
whisper of yellow globesgleaming on lamp-posts that swaylike bootleg licker drinkers in the fogand let your breath be moist against ...
Evening Song (Jean Toomer Poems)
Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,Lakes and moon and fires,Cloine tires,Holding her lips apart.Promises of slumber leaving ...
Reapers (Jean Toomer Poems)
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stonesAre sharpening scythes. I see them place the honesIn their hip-pockets as ...
A Certain Man (Jean Toomer Poems)
A certain man wishes to be a princeOf this earth; he also wants to beA saint and master of the ...
The Lost Dancer (Jean Toomer Poems)
Spatial depths of being surviveThe birth to death recurrencesOf feet dancing on earth of sand;Vibrations of the dance surviveThe sand; ...
Storm Ending (Jean Toomer Poems)
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,Rumbling in the wind,Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .Full-lipped ...
Portrait in Georgia (Jean Toomer Poems)
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, ...
A Poem From Transatlantic (Jean Toomer Poems)
Stretch seaStretch away sea and landWe are following theeThy lead is dangerousAnd gloriusStretch thyself and usAnd make us liveTo mount ...
A Portrait in Georgia (Jean Toomer Poems)
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, ...
Conversion (Jean Toomer Poems)
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, ...
Unsuspecting (Jean Toomer Poems)
There is a natty kind of mindThat slicks its thoughts,Culls its oughts,Trims its views,Prunes its trues,And never suspects it is ...
Reapers (Jean Toomer Poems)
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones In their ...
Song of the Son (Jean Toomer Poems)
Pour O pour that parting soul in song O pour it in the sawdust glow of night Into the velvet ...
Cotton Song (Jean Toomer Poems)
Come, brother, come. Lets lift it; come now, hewit! roll away! Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day But lets not ...
Tell Me (Jean Toomer Poems)
Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk, When purple ribbons bind the hill, Do dreams your secret wish fulfill, Do ...
Georgia Dusk (Jean Toomer Poems)
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
Conversion (Jean Toomer Poems)
African Guardian of Souls, Drunk with rum, Feasting on strange cassava, Yielding to new words and a weak palabra Of ...
Unsuspecting (Jean Toomer Poems)
There is a natty kind of mind That slicks its thoughts, Culls its oughts, Trims its views, Prunes its trues, ...
Evening Song (Jean Toomer Poems)
Full moon rising on the waters of my heart, Lakes and moon and fires, Cloine tires, Holding her lips apart. ...
A Portrait in Georgia (Jean Toomer Poems)
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 ...