Hair-- silver-gray, like streams of stars, Brows-- recurved canoes quivered by the ripples blown by pain, Her eyes--mist of tears condensing on the flesh below And her channeled muscles are cluster grapes of sorrow purple in the evening sun nearly ripe for worms.
Boll-weevil’s coming, and the winter’s cold, Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old, And cotton, scarce as any southern snow, Was vanishing; the branch, so pinched and slow, Failed in its function as the autumn rake; Drouth fighting soil had caused the soil to take All water from the streams; dead birds were found In wells a hundred feet below the ground-- Such was the season when the flower bloomed. Old folks were startled, and it soon assumed Significance. 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.
Jean Toomer was an American poet, novelist, and playwright associated with the Harlem Renaissance. His poetry is known for its lyrical blending of African American folk traditions and modernist techniques, exploring themes of identity, spirituality, and the American South. Toomer is best known for his 1923 work Cane, a hybrid of poetry and prose that became a landmark of African American literature. His writing often reflects a search for unity across racial and cultural divides. Toomer's literary significance lies in his innovative form and his influence on later writers of the Harlem Renaissance.
Aprendizaje paso a paso, grabaciones de voz para compartir y recordatorios de repaso.
