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 "id": "jean-toomer/georgia-dusk",
 "title": "Georgia Dusk",
 "poet": "Jean Toomer",
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 "book": "Cane",
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  "year": 1923,
  "venue": "Cane (1923)",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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   {
    "text": "The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue",
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   {
    "text": "The setting sun, too indolent to hold",
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    "text": "A lengthened tournament for flashing gold,",
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    "text": "Passively darkens for night’s barbecue,",
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    "text": "A feast of moon and men and barking hounds,",
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   {
    "text": "An orgy for some genius of the South",
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   {
    "text": "With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth,",
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    "text": "Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.",
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   {
    "text": "The sawmill blows its whistle, buzz-saws stop,",
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   {
    "text": "And silence breaks the bud of knoll and hill,",
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   {
    "text": "Soft settling pollen where plowed lands fulfill",
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   {
    "text": "Their early promise of a bumper crop.",
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   {
    "text": "Smoke from the pyramidal sawdust pile",
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    "text": "Curls up, blue ghosts of trees, tarrying low",
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    "text": "Where only chips and stumps are left to show",
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    "text": "The solid proof of former domicile.",
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    "text": "Meanwhile, the men, with vestiges of pomp,",
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    "text": "Race memories of king and caravan,",
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    "text": "High-priests, an ostrich, and a juju-man,",
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    "text": "Go singing through the footpaths of the swamp.",
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    "text": "Their voices rise⁠ ⁠… the pine trees are guitars,",
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   {
    "text": "Strumming, pine-needles fall like sheets of rain⁠ ⁠…",
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   {
    "text": "Their voices rise⁠ ⁠… the chorus of the cane",
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    "text": "Is caroling a vesper to the stars⁠ ⁠…",
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    "text": "O singers, resinous and soft your songs",
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   {
    "text": "Above the sacred whisper of the pines,",
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   {
    "text": "Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.",
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