Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 27, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: November Cotton Flower

by Jean Toomer (1894 – 1967).

November Cotton Flower (1923)

Boll-weevil’s coming, and the winter’s cold,
Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old,
And cotton, scarce as any southern snow,
Was vanishing; the branch, so pinched and slow,
Failed in its function as the autumn rake;                             5
Drouth fighting soil had caused the soil to take
All water from the streams; dead birds were found
In wells a hundred feet below the ground—
Such was the season when the flower bloomed.
Old folks were startled, and it soon assumed                      10
Significance. Superstition saw
Something it had never seen before:
Brown eyes that loved without a trace of fear,
Beauty so sudden for that time of year.

Notes:
http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/s_z/toomer/toomer.htm
http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/toomer/jean-toomer.html

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