THEATER
LIFE of nigger alleys, of pool rooms and restaurants and near-beer saloons soaks into the…
SEVENTH STREET
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts, Bootleggers in silken shirts, Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs, Whizzing, whizzing…
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…
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