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| 2592. | People by 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
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| 2593. | Her Lips Are Copper Wire by Jean Toomer | | whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me
like b... |
| 2594. | Reapers 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,
And... |
| 2595. | Unsuspecting by Jean Toomer | | There is a natty kind of mind
That slicks its thoughts,
Culls its oughts,
Trims its views,
Prunes its trues,
And never suspects it is a rind. ... |
| 2596. | A Portrait in Georgia by Jean Toomer | | 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,
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| 2597. | Portrait in Georgia by Jean Toomer | | 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 ca... |
| 2598. | Parabola by Alec Derwent Hope | | Year after year the princess lies asleep
Until the hundred years foretold are done,
Easily drawing her enchanted breath.
Caught on the monstrous... |
| 2599. | Phallus by Alec Derwent Hope | | This was the gods' god,
The leashed divinity,
Divine divining rod
And Me within the me.
By mindlight tower and tree
Its shadow on the grou... |
| 2600. | The Pleasure of Princes by Alec Derwent Hope | | What pleasures have great princes? These: to know
Themselves reputed mad with pride or power;
To speak few words -- few words and short bring low ... |
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