Jean Toomer

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

Previous Month April 2014 Next Month
Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa Su
31 1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11 12 13
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 1 2 3 4
Modern Poem of The Day
Select a day from the calendar.
Would you like to see the poem of the day in your e-mail box every morning?
Your email address:
  Subscribe FREE
  Unsubscribe

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

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
1 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: fog, power, house

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Her Lips Are Copper Wire by Jean Toomer )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. (1) Damaged Dreams, Uriah Hamilton
  2. Haiku: Traditional 1, Brian Johnston
  3. TO JUSTIFY JESUS, Tom Zart
  4. First Encounter, sheade rudman
  5. Changing Gears, Sandra Feldman
  6. IMAGES FROM MY CHILDHOOD, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  7. Multiple Choice X, Morgan Michaels
  8. Uncle Ikey's Last Words No.37, Robert Graber
  9. hold me with both hands, Mandolyn ...
  10. Portrait Of A Woman, Buxton Shippy

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Herrick

Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]