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African Guardian of Souls,
Drunk with rum,
Feasting on strange cassava,
Yielding to new words and a weak palabra
Of a white-faced sardonic god--
Grins, cries
Amen,
Shouts hosanna.

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