RHOBERT
RHOBERT wears a house, like a monstrous diver’s helmet, on his head. His legs are…
POEMS by Jean Toomer
STORM ENDING Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the…
KARINTHA
Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon, O cant you see it, O…
KABNIS
1 RALPH KABNIS, propped in his bed, tries to read. To read himself to sleep.…
JESUS WAS ONCE A LEPER!
Dan steps down. He is as cool as a green stem that has just shed…
HER LIPS ARE COPPER WIRE
whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the…
HARVEST SONG
I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled. But…
FERN
FACE flowed into her eyes. Flowed in soft cream foam and plaintive ripples, in such…
ESTHER
Nine. ESTHER’S hair falls in soft curls about her high-cheek-boned chalk-white face. Esther’s hair would…
CARMA
Wind is in the cane. Come along. Cane leaves swaying, rusty with talk, Scratching choruses…