Evening Song in  General   

Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,
Lakes and moon and fires,
Cloine tires,
Holding her lips apart.

Promises of slumber leaving shore to charm the moon,
Miracle made vesper-keeps,
Cloine sleeps,
And I'll be sleeping soon.

Cloine, curled like the sleepy waters whtere the moonwaves start,
Radiant, resplendently she gleams,
Cloine dreams,
Lips pressed against my heart.

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