The Black Finger Poem by Angelina Weld Grimké

The Black Finger



I have just seen a beautiful thing
Slim and still,
Against a gold, gold sky,
A straight cypress,
Sensitive
Exquisite,

A black finger
Pointing upwards.
Why, beautiful, still finger are you black?
And why are you pointing upwards?

Wednesday, March 30, 2016
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