Jean Toomer Poems
- People To those fixed on white, White is white, To those ...
- A Certain Man A certain man wishes to be a prince Of this ...
- Reapers Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are ...
- Her Lips Are Copper Wire whisper of yellow globes gleaming ...
- The Lost Dancer Spatial depths of being survive The birth to...
- Unsuspecting There is a natty kind of mind That slicks its ...
- A Portrait In Georgia Hair-braided chestnut, coiled like a ...
Jean Toomer was an American poet and novelist and an important figure of the Harlem Renaissance. His first book Cane is considered by many as his most significant.
Life and Career
Toomer was born Nathan Eugene Pinchback Toomer in Washington, D.C. His father was a prosperous farmer, originally born into slavery in Hancock County, Georgia. Nina Pinchback was also of mixed ethnic descent. Her father was Louisiana Governor P. B. S. Pinchback, the first African American to become governor of a U.S. state. (Both of Toomer's maternal grandparents had white fathers. Pinchback's father was a planter and his mother was a mulatto slave who was freed before ... more »
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To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
And red is red,
Surely there are such sights
In the many colored world,
Or in the mind.
The strange thing is that
These people never see themselves
Or you, or me.
Are they not in their minds?
Are we not in the world?
This is a curious blindness
For those that are color blind.
What queer beliefs
That men who believe in sights
Disbelieve in seers.
O people, if you but used
Your other eyes
You would see beings.