Jean Toomer

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

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  • Yo Mom (3/2/2018 8:46:00 AM)

    Why video, could be text

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  • gaylord123 (2/26/2018 9:05:00 AM)

    jean toomer looks like hitler...

  • Jean Toomer (2/12/2018 11:40:00 AM)

    all y'all nerds aint got nothin right about my life

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  • Lamont Palmer (2/19/2006 7:35:00 AM)

    Largely obscure now, but a very fine poet in his day.

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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Georgia Dusk

The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue
The setting sun, too indolent to hold
A lengthened tournament for flashing gold,
Passively darkens for night's barbeque,

A feast of moon and men and barking hounds.
An orgy for some genius of the South
With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth,
Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.

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