by Jean Toomer
Hair——braided chestnut，
coiled like a lyncher's rope，
Eyes——fagots，
Lips——old scars， or the first red blisters，
Breath——the last sweet scent of cane，
And her slim body， white as the ash of black flesh after flame.
Hair——braided chestnut，
coiled like a lyncher's rope，
Eyes——fagots，
Lips——old scars， or the first red blisters，
Breath——the last sweet scent of cane，
And her slim body， white as the ash of black flesh after flame.