The Black Finger

  I have just seen a most beautiful thing,
                     Slim and still,
              Against a gold, gold sky,
              A straight black cypress,
                     A black finger
                     Pointing upwards.
Why, beautiful still finger, are you black?
And why are you pointing upwards?


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).