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Jean Toomer

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Storm Ending

Jean Toomer

No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.

Jean Toomer

And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds,Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade

Jean Toomer

O singers, resinous and soft your songsBring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.

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Superstition sawBeauty so sudden for that time of year.

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One seed becomesCaroling softly souls of slavery.

Jean Toomer