Poems by Jean Toomer
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A Certain Man
... The second cannot exist without conscience ...
The Lost Dancer
... The sand; the sand, elect, survives ...
Conversion
... Yielding to new words and a weak palabra ...
A Portrait in Georgia
... Eyes-fagots, Lips-old scars, or the first red blisters, ...
Portrait in Georgia
... Eyes--fagots, Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters, ...
For M.W.
... Which burst its bondage in a bold travail ...
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