A Portrait In Georgia Poem by Jean Toomer

A Portrait In Georgia

Rating: 3.2


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

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,lips
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen 16 March 2018

Temptation, Beauty Death coil in an organ of a final shudder.

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Stephen W 05 December 2014

Bizarre and incomprehensible.

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Kim Barney 05 December 2014

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

3 3 Reply
Aftab Alam Khursheed 05 December 2014

a lovely nice portrait..thanks for share

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Jean Toomer

Jean Toomer

Washington D.C.
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