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. 

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Poet: Jean Toomer (Jean Toomer Art)
Poem: A Portrait in Georgia
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