“Her Lips Are Copper Wire” whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
O singers, resinous and soft your songsAbove the sacred whisper of the pines,Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs. — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
“Happy, Muriel? No, not happy. Your aim is wrong. There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness,… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence. — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
Dripping rain like golden honey- And the sweet earth flying from the thunder — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
“Dusk, suggesting the almost imperceptible posession of giant trees, settled with a purple haze about the cane. I felt strange, as I always do… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
“Her Lips Are Copper Wire” whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist. — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
“Storm Ending Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the wind, Stretching clappers to strike our ears . .… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
Most novices picture themselves as masters - and are content with the picture. This is why there are so few masters. — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
