Author: Jean Toomer

There is no transcience of twilight in The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face, No flicker of a slender flame […]

whisper of yellow globes Gleaming on lamp-posts that sway Like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog And let your breath […]

The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively […]

Boll-weevil’s coming, and the winter’s cold, Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old, And cotton, scarce as any southern snow, Was […]

Full moon rising on the waters of my heart, Lakes and moon and fires, Cloine tires, Holding her lips apart. […]

African Guardian of Souls, Drunk with rum, Feasting on strange cassava, Yielding to new words and a weak palabra Of […]

To those fixed on white, White is white, To those fixed on black, It is the same, And red is […]

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 […]