Jean Toomer

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

Jean Toomer Poems

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

A Portrait In Georgia

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, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame.

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A Certain Man

A certain man wishes to be a prince
Of this earth; he also wants to be
A saint and master of the being-world.
Conscience cannot exist in the first:
The second cannot exist without conscience.
Therefore he, who has enough conscience
To be disturbed but not enough to be
Compelled, can neither reject the one
Nor follow the other...

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