A Portrait In Georgia

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.

by Jean Toomer

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Temptation, Beauty Death coil in an organ of a final shudder.
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.
Bizarre and incomprehensible.
This poem deserves to be poem of the day because ... uh, because ... I give up. Why?
a lovely nice portrait..thanks for share