<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Georgia Dusk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue<br>The setting sun, too indolent to hold<br>A lengthened tournament for flashing gold,<br>Passively darkens for night's barbeque,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A feast of moon and men and barking hounds.<br>An orgy for some genius of the South<br>With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth,<br>Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sawmill blows its whistle, buzz-saws stop,<br>And silence breaks the bud of knoll and hill,<br>Soft settling pollen where plowed lands fulfill<br>Their early promise of a bumper crop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smoke from the pyramidal sawdust pile<br>Curls up, blue ghosts of trees, tarrying low<br>Where only chips and stumps are left to show<br>The solid proof of former domicile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile, the men, with vestiges of pomp,<br>Race memories of king and caravan,<br>High-priests, an ostrich, and a juju-man,<br>Go singing through the footpaths of the swamp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their voices rise...the pine trees are guitars,<br>Strumming, pine-needles fall like sheets of rain..<br>Their voices rise...the chorus of the cane<br>Is caroling a vesper to the stars..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O singers, resinous and soft your songs<br>Above the sacred whisper of the pines,<br>Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,<br>Being dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jean+Toomer">Jean Toomer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417326" data-title="Georgia Dusk de Jean Toomer" data-description="The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively darkens for night's barbeque, A feast of moon and men and barking hounds. An orgy for some genius of the South With bl..."></div> </div> </div>

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