Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CANE: HER LIPS ARE COPPER WIRE, by JEAN TOOMER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Whisper of yellow globes Last Line: Till they are incandescent | ||||||||
whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play softly up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER SONG OF THE SON by JEAN TOOMER |
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