In Search of Our Mothers' Gardens

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I described her own nature and temperament. Told how they needed a larger life for their expression…. I pointed out that in lieu of proper channels, her emotions had overflowed into paths that dissipated them. I talked, beautifully I thought, about an art that would be born, an art that would open the way for women the likes of her. I asked her to hope, and build up an inner life against the coming of that day…. I sang, with a strange quiver in my voice, a promise song. Jean Toomer, “Avey” CANE The poet speaking to a prostitute who falls asleep while he's talking— When the poet Jean Toomer walked through the South in the early twenties, ...

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