Jean Toomer

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

Jean Toomer Poems

1. A Poem From Transatlantic 5/14/2012
2. Storm Ending 12/26/2011
3. Banking Coal 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. The Lost Dancer 1/3/2003
12. November Cotton Flower 1/13/2003
13. Tell Me 1/3/2003
14. Evening Song 1/3/2003
15. Unsuspecting 1/3/2003
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. Her Lips Are Copper Wire 1/3/2003
21. People 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Jean Toomer


To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
And red is red,
Yellow, yellow-
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.

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A Portrait In Georgia

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.

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