The Black Finger
by Angelina Weld Grimke
I have just seen a beautiful thing
Slim and still,
Against a gold, gold sky,
A straight cypress,
A black finger
Why, beautiful, still finger are you black?
And why are you pointing upwards?
This poem is performed by Renee Joshua-Porter on the audiobook, I, Too, Sing America Three Centuries of African American Poetry [J 811 I]. It presents a strong visual image in very few words. I see gravestones carved with fingers pointing heavenward, or perhaps Michelangelo's "Creation of Adam." What do you see?
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