Song of the Son

  • Song of the Son

  • Jean Toomer

    Pour O pour that parting soul in song,

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  • O pour it in the sawdust glow of night,

  • Into the velvet pine-smoke air to-night,

  • And let the valley carry it along.

  • And let the valley carry it along.

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  • Jean Toomer

    O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree,

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  • So scant of grass, so profligate of pines,

  • Now just before an epoch’s sun declines

  • Thy son, in time, I have returned to thee,

  • Thy son, I have in time returned to thee.

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  • Jean Toomer

    In time, for though the sun is setting on

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  • A song-lit race of slaves, it has not set;

  • Though late, O soil, it is not too late yet

  • To catch thy plaintive soul, leaving, soon gone,

  • Leaving, to catch thy plaintive soul soon gone.

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  • Jean Toomer

    O Negro slaves, dark purple ripened plums,

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