The Black Finger
I have just seen a most beautiful thing,
Slim and still,
Against a gold, gold sky,
A straight black cypress,
Sensitive,
Exquisite,
A black finger
Pointing upwards.
Why, beautiful still finger, are you black?
And why are you pointing upwards?
Credit
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on October 29, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
"The Black Finger" appeared in The New Negro: An Interpretation (Albert & Charles Boni, Inc., 1925).
Date Published
02/01/1925