A Portrait in Georgia in  General   

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 cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame.

By Jean Toomer

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Other poems by Jean Toomer:

• A Certain Man
• A Portrait in Georgia
• Conversion
• Cotton Song
• Evening Song
• For M.W.
• Georgia Dusk
• Harvest Song
• Her Lips Are Copper Wire
• November Cotton Flower
• People
• Portrait in Georgia
• Reapers
• Song of the Son
• Tell Me
• The Lost Dancer
• Unsuspecting