Jean Toomer

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

A Portrait In Georgia - Poem by Jean Toomer

Hair-braided chestnut,
coiled like a lyncher's rope,
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.

Comments about A Portrait In Georgia by Jean Toomer

  • Freshman - 943 Points Stephen W (12/5/2014 7:22:00 PM)

    Bizarre and incomprehensible. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 28,986 Points Kim Barney (12/5/2014 7:48:00 AM)

    This poem deserves to be poem of the day because
    ... uh, because
    ... I give up. Why? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (12/5/2014 1:58:00 AM)

    a lovely nice portrait..thanks for share (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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