Jean Toomer

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Jean Toomer (December 26, 1894March 30, 1967) was an American poet and novelist and an important figure of the Harlem Renaissance.

Quotes[edit]

Poems from Cane (1923)[edit]

  • And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds,
    His belly close to ground. I see the blade,
    Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade
    • from "Reapers"
  • O singers, resinous and soft your songs
    Above the sacred whisper of the pines,
    Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,
    Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.
    • from "Georgia Dusk"
  • Superstition saw
    Something it had never seen before:
    Brown eyes that loved without a trace of fear,
    Beauty so sudden for that time of year.
    • from "November Cotton Flower"
  • One seed becomes
    An everlasting song, a singing tree,
    Caroling softly souls of slavery,
    What they were, and what they are to me,
    Caroling softly souls of slavery.
    • from "Song of the Son"

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