Poem For Today: Reapers By Jean Toomer
"Reapers" B lack reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the homes In their hip-pockets as a thing that's done, And start their silent swinging, one by one. Black horses drive a mower through the weeds, And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds. His belly close to ground. I see the blade, Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade. Jean Toomer (1894-1967) Excellent Information on meaning of Reapers.