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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVEST SONG, by JEAN TOOMER Poet's Biography
First Line: I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled
Subject(s): African Americans; Harvest; Hunger; Negroes; American Blacks
First Line: I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled
Subject(s): African Americans; Harvest; Hunger; Negroes; American Blacks
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