Jean Toomer

(26 December 1894 – 30 March 1967 / Washington D.C.)

Jean Toomer Poems

1. A Poem From Transatlantic 5/14/2012
2. Banking Coal 12/26/2011
3. Storm Ending 12/26/2011
4. Seventh Street 12/26/2011
5. For M.W. 1/3/2003
6. Portrait In Georgia 1/20/2003
7. Harvest Song 1/3/2003
8. Georgia Dusk 1/3/2003
9. Conversion 1/3/2003
10. Song Of The Son 1/3/2003
11. Tell Me 1/3/2003
12. Evening Song 1/3/2003
13. The Lost Dancer 1/3/2003
14. Unsuspecting 1/3/2003
15. November Cotton Flower 1/13/2003
16. Reapers 1/3/2003
17. Cotton Song 1/3/2003
18. A Portrait In Georgia 1/3/2003
19. A Certain Man 1/3/2003
20. People 1/3/2003
21. Her Lips Are Copper Wire 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Jean Toomer

Her Lips Are Copper Wire

whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog

and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes

telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate

(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)

then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent

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Her Lips Are Copper Wire

whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog

and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes

telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate

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