Boll-weevil’s coming, and the winter’s cold,
Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old,
And cotton, scarce as any southern snow,
Was vanishing; the branch, so pinched and slow,
Failed in its function as the autumn rake;
Drouth fighting soil had caused the soil to take
All water from the streams; dead birds were found
In wells a hundred feet below the ground–
Such was the season when the flower bloomed.
Old folks were startled, and it soon assumed
Significance. Superstition saw
Something it had never seen before:
Brown eyes that loved without a trace of fear,
Beauty so sudden for that time of year.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Jean Toomer's poem November Cotton Flower

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  1. nisha says:

    i think these types of poetry helps african americans to understand how things happened back when africans were trying to show how they could become highly educated like other nationalities. This poem shows the value of hard work

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