Hair-braided chestnut, <br />coiled like a lyncher's rope, <br />Eyes-fagots, <br />Lips-old scars, or the first red blisters, <br />Breath-the last sweet scent of cane, <br />And her slim body, white as the ash <br />of black flesh after flame.<br /><br />Jean Toomer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-portrait-in-georgia/
