Author: Jean Toomer

Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones In their […]

Come, brother, come. Lets lift it; Come now, hewit! roll away! Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day But lets not […]

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 […]

Pour O pour that parting soul in song O pour it in the sawdust glow of night Into the velvet […]

Spatial depths of being survive The birth to death recurrences Of feet dancing on earth of sand; Vibrations of the […]

A certain man wishes to be a prince Of this earth; he also wants to be A saint and master […]

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled. But I am too chilled, and […]

Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk, When purple ribbons bind the hill, Do dreams your secret wish fulfill, Do […]