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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COTTON SONG, by JEAN TOOMER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Come, brother, come. Lets lift it
Subject(s): African Americans; Negroes; American Blacks
First Line: Come, brother, come. Lets lift it
Subject(s): African Americans; Negroes; American Blacks
Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;
Come now, hew it! roll away!
Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day
But lets not wait for it.
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God if we dont roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll!
Cotton bales are the fleecy way
Weary sinner's bare feet trod,
Softly, softly to the throne of God,
We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day!
Nassur; nassur,
Hump.
Eoho, eoho, roll away!
We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day!"
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God is we dont roll,
Come, brother, roll, roll
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