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ilya_poet: "We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing." — Jean Toomer

mmerubies: Cane by Jean Toomer and the second Throne of Glass book

IFinestQuotes: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

yosuke_j: Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity. by Jean Toomer

StyleSarapan: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

lahartvillalta: Then, at 5.15: New Life for Old Texts: Release from Copyright and the Modernist Canon. George Hutchison began, discussing Jean Toomer's own self-perception of his race (through his own archival documents, like a marriage certificate), and how these relate to "Cane." Fun.

omm365: "Whatever I believed, I did; and whatever I did, I did with my whole heart and mind as far as possible to do so…" --Jean Toomer

Inspired2Share: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

QuotePicNet: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

sharetw_: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

SensitiveSpice: Poet Jean Toomer was another person who passed as white for the sake of his career but also with the influence of some self hatred. He claimed he was mixed with several things so he wouldn't be called a "black writer" He didn't want his work associated with blacks specifically.

FrankMurphy49: Jean Toomer’s ‘Cane’ and the Ambiguity of Identity

The_CUCCriculum: Attention English III CP students-tomorrow will begin African American poetry from the Harlem Renaissance era, including Langston Hughes. On Friday we will have a gallery walk including Hughes, Countee Cullen, Claude McKay, James Weldon Johnson, Jean Toomer, and Arna Bontempts.

creepingmraxist: Listened to the audiobook of Jean toomer’s cane. Wanna read the last section again. Wonder if anyone’s compared it to the Sherwood Anderson Ohio ‘novel.’ Also want to read more about Jean Toomer...

yosuke_j: Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity. by Jean Toomer

Tiny_Camels: Leone writes about Jean Toomer’s ‘Fern’ in her Anthology also!

NORTHTRENTON: And Happy Birthday to Arthur Percival (d. 1966), Marius Canard (d. 1982), Percy Hodge (d. 1967), Konstantinos Georgakopoulos (d. 1973), Henry Miller (d. 1980), Don Barclay (d. 1975), Mao Zedong (d. 1976) and Jean Toomer (d. 1967).

IFinestQuotes: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

StyleSarapan: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

QuotePicNet: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

sharetw_: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

Inspired2Share: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

AUMuseum_Katzen: "Good Form, Decorum, and in the Manner" is on view 1/25! . Martin Puryear, Cane, 1923. Book with woodcut illustrations, 14 x 11 3/4 x 1 in. Book by Jean Toomer w/ 10 illustrations by Puryear, published 2000 by the Arion Press, Ed. 336/400. Collection of Shelly and Gerry Elliott.

Quotesme_: "We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them." Jean Toomer

rlfulgham1: Georgia Dusk by Jean Toomer | Poetry Foundation

yosuke_j: Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity. by Jean Toomer

BeineckeLibrary: Drawings and designs From: Jean Toomer papers

CoreyMesler: says, Happy Jean Toomer's birthday. He said, "We learn the rope of life by untying its knots."

wandaology: Jean Toomer (December 26, 1894 – March 30, 1967) Poet and novelist. Associated with the Harlem Renaissance

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I dream'd this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way,
Enthrall'd my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were embrac'd:
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