Jean Toomer

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

Reapers - Poem by Jean Toomer

Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones
Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones
In their hip-pockets as a thing that's done,
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  • (2/28/2019 12:45:00 PM)

    This is kind of creepy. (Report)Reply

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    - - -This poem is gucci- - - (Report)Reply

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