Yusef Komunyakaa

(April 29, 1947 / 1947)

Yusef Komunyakaa Poems

1. English 4/7/2016
2. Envoy to Palestine 4/7/2016
3. Ghazal, After Ferguson 4/7/2016
4. Grunge 4/7/2016
5. Infidelity 4/7/2016
6. Instructions for Building Straw Huts 4/7/2016
7. Islands 4/7/2016
8. Lime 4/7/2016
9. Memory of the Murdered Professors at the Jagiellonian 4/7/2016
10. Michio Ito's Fox & Hawk 4/7/2016
11. Moonshine 4/7/2016
12. Omens 4/7/2016
13. Poetics 4/7/2016
14. Praise Be 4/7/2016
15. Reflections 4/7/2016
16. Rock Me, Mercy 4/7/2016
17. Toys in a Field 4/7/2016
18. We Never Know 4/7/2016
19. Yellow Dog Café 4/7/2016
20. Yellowjackets 4/7/2016
21. THE SHORTEST NIGHT 9/8/2018
22. SLOTH 9/8/2018
23. ENVY 9/8/2018
24. Blue Dementia 6/4/2015
25. Slam, Dunk, & Hook 6/24/2015
26. Urban Renewal 8/28/2015
27. A Break from the Bush 9/2/2015
28. Kindness 9/21/2015
29. After Summer Fell Apart 4/7/2016
30. Blues Chant Hoodoo Revival 4/7/2016
31. Camouflaging the Chimera 4/7/2016
32. Confluence 4/7/2016
33. GLUTTONY 9/8/2018
34. AVARICE 9/8/2018
35. ANGER 9/8/2018
36. THE AFRICAN BURIAL GROUND 9/8/2018
37. SNOW TIGER 9/8/2018
38. Crossing a City Highway 4/7/2016
39. LUST 9/8/2018
40. Potions 1/13/2003

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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Jasmine

I sit beside two women, kitty-corner
to the stage, as Elvin's sticks blur
the club into a blue fantasia.
I thought my body had forgotten the Deep
South, how I'd cross the street
if a woman like these two walked
towards me, as if a cat traversed
my path beneath the evening star.
Which one is wearing jasmine?

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