Song of the son by Jean toomer

Pour O pour that parting soul in song,

O pour it in the sawdust glow of night,

Into the velvet pine-smoke air tonight,

And let the valley carry it along.

And let the valley carry it along.

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 declines

Thy 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 on

A song-lit race of slaves, it has not set;

Though late, O soil, it is not too late yet

To catch thy plaintive soul, leaving, soon gone,

Leaving, to catch thy plaintive soul soon gone.

O Negro slaves, dark purple ripened plums,

Squeezed, and bursting in the pine-wood air,

Passing, before they stripped the old tree bare

One plum was saved for me, one seed becomes

An everlasting song, a singing tree,

Caroling softly souls of slavery,

What they were, and what they are to me,

Caroling softly souls of slavery.

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each year on march 8, international women’s day is celebrated around the globe. it’s an important opportunity to shine a spotlight on women’s involvement, contributions, and accomplishments on a range of issues from domestic violence to the role of women in the c-suite. the theme this year is “be bold for change”― a dictum that those who know me personally will acknowledge has pretty much been my mantra throughout my career on wall street, in media and most recently, in philanthropy.the empowerment of girls as leaders, who can be emboldened today to become even stronger leaders tomorrow, is an increasingly recognized imperative in our world, and it couldn’t be closer to my heart

the star of david was known as the jewish star : d