Jean Toomer,
Cane — Song of the Son
(1923)
“ O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree,So scant of grass, so profligate of pines,Now just before an epoch’s sun declinesThy son, in time, I have returned to thee,Thy son, I have in time returned to thee. In time, for though the sun is setting onA song-lit race of slaves, it has not set ”
