Today's poem is by a person named Jean Toomer. I'm not sure where this poem comes from, because my poetry professor gave it to the class in printed out packets.
"Portrait in Georgia"
Hair--braided chestnut,
coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Eyes--fagots,
Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath--the last sweet scent of canem
And her slim body, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame.
--Blair
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