Yusef Komunyakaa

(April 29, 1947 / 1947)

Yusef Komunyakaa Poems

1. A Break from the Bush 9/2/2015
2. After Summer Fell Apart 4/7/2016
3. ANGER 9/8/2018
4. AVARICE 9/8/2018
5. Believing In Iron 1/20/2003
6. Blue Dementia 6/4/2015
7. Blues Chant Hoodoo Revival 4/7/2016
8. Camouflaging the Chimera 4/7/2016
9. Confluence 4/7/2016
10. Crossing a City Highway 4/7/2016
11. English 4/7/2016
12. Envoy to Palestine 4/7/2016
13. ENVY 9/8/2018
14. Facing It 1/20/2003
15. Ghazal, After Ferguson 4/7/2016
16. GLUTTONY 9/8/2018
17. Grunge 4/7/2016
18. Infidelity 4/7/2016
19. Instructions for Building Straw Huts 4/7/2016
20. Islands 4/7/2016
21. Jasmine 1/20/2003
22. Kindness 9/21/2015
23. Lime 4/7/2016
24. LUST 9/8/2018
25. Memory of the Murdered Professors at the Jagiellonian 4/7/2016
26. Michio Ito's Fox & Hawk 4/7/2016
27. Moonshine 4/7/2016
28. My Father's Love Letters 1/13/2003
29. Omens 4/7/2016
30. Poetics 4/7/2016
31. Potions 1/13/2003
32. Praise Be 4/7/2016
33. Prisoners 1/13/2003
34. Reflections 4/7/2016
35. Rock Me, Mercy 4/7/2016
36. Slam, Dunk, & Hook 6/24/2015
37. SLOTH 9/8/2018
38. SNOW TIGER 9/8/2018
39. THE AFRICAN BURIAL GROUND 9/8/2018
40. THE SHORTEST NIGHT 9/8/2018

Comments about Yusef Komunyakaa

  • S. Rice (11/22/2017 4:30:00 PM)

    Just came across the poem Blessing the Animals. It's wonderful: funny and haunting, too. Thank you, Mr. Komunyakaa.

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  • Grandpoet Taiwo (8/28/2012 11:38:00 AM)

    I heard Chris Abani recite ODE TO DRUM, it was just the transformation i needed as a writer.

Best Poem of Yusef Komunyakaa

Facing It

My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't,
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning. I turn
this way--the stone lets me go.
I turn that way--I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson;
I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's ...

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Facing It

My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't,
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning. I turn
this way--the stone lets me go.

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