Friday, January 3, 2003

Evening Song Comments

Rating: 2.9

Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,
Lakes and moon and fires,
Cloine tires,
Holding her lips apart.
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Jean Toomer
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M Asim Nehal 14 January 2016

Cloine, curled like the sleepy waters whtere the moonwaves start, Radiant, resplendently she gleams, Cloine dreams, Lips pressed against my heart.

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Lamont Palmer 05 December 2012

Perhaps the greatest poet of the Harlem Renaissance; better than Langston Hughes, if not as accessible and joyful.

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Jean Toomer

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