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.
Conversion
Analysis, meaning and summary of Jean Toomer's poem Conversion
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