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).
Date Published
01/01/1923