Yusef Komunyakaa

(April 29, 1947 / 1947)

Yusef Komunyakaa Poems

41. The Whistle 1/20/2003
42. Believing In Iron 1/20/2003
43. Potions 1/13/2003
44. Jasmine 1/20/2003
45. Prisoners 1/13/2003
46. My Father's Love Letters 1/13/2003
47. Facing It 1/20/2003

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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The Whistle

The seven o'clock whistle
Made the morning air fulvous
With a metallic syncopation,
A key to a door in the sky---opening
& closing flesh.The melody
Men & women built lives around,
Sonorous as the queen bee's fat
Hum drawing workers from flowers,
Back to the colonized heart.

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