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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GEORGIA DUSK, by JEAN TOOMER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue
Last Line: Bring dreams of christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.
Subject(s): Georgia (state); Picnics; Barbecues
First Line: The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue
Last Line: Bring dreams of christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.
Subject(s): Georgia (state); Picnics; Barbecues
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue
The setting sun, too indolent to hold
A lengthened tournament for flashing gold,
Passively darkens for night's barbecue,
A feast of moon and men and barking hounds,
An orgy for some genius of the South
With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth,
Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.
The sawmill blows its whistle, buzz-saws stop,
And silence breaks the bud of knoll and hill,
Soft settling pollen where plowed lands fulfill
Their early promise of a bumper crop.
Smoke from the pyramidal sawdust pile
Curls up, blue ghosts of trees, tarrying low
Where only chips and stumps are left to show
The solid proof of former domicile.
Meanwhile, the men, with vestiges of pomp,
Race memories of king and caravan,
High-priests, an ostrich, and a juju-man,
Go singing through the footpaths of the swamp.
Their voices rise .. the pine trees are guitars,
Strumming, pine-needles fall like sheets of rain ..
Their voices rise .. the chorus of the cane
Is caroling a vesper to the stars..
O singers, resinous and soft your songs
Above the sacred whisper of the pines,
Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,
Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.
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