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Among many other beautiful things, Toni Morrison was a poet.
The Perfect Ease of Grain by Toni Morrison [from Five Poems]
The perfect ease of grain
Time enough to spill
The flavor of a woman carried through the rain.
Honey-talk tongues
Down home dreams
A rushed by shapely prayer.
Evening lips part to hush
Questions raised at dawn.
The melon yields another slice.
Fingers understand.
Ecstasy becomes us all.
Red cherries become jam.
Deep juvenile sleep
A whistle trace
White shorelines in green air.
Welcome doors held open
When goodbye is “So long.”
The perfect poise of grain
Time enough to spill
The flavor of a woman remembered on a train.
The Perfect Ease of Grain by Toni Morrison [from Five Poems]
The perfect ease of grain
Time enough to spill
The flavor of a woman carried through the rain.
Honey-talk tongues
Down home dreams
A rushed by shapely prayer.
Evening lips part to hush
Questions raised at dawn.
The melon yields another slice.
Fingers understand.
Ecstasy becomes us all.
Red cherries become jam.
Deep juvenile sleep
A whistle trace
White shorelines in green air.
Welcome doors held open
When goodbye is “So long.”
The perfect poise of grain
Time enough to spill
The flavor of a woman remembered on a train.