The Puppet-Player

Sometimes it seems as though some puppet-player,
   A clenched claw cupping a craggy chin
Sits just beyond the border of our seeing,
   Twitching the strings with slow, sardonic grin.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on July 26, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“The Puppet-Player” originally appeared in Negro Poets and Their Poems (Associated Publishers, 1923).