Yusef Komunyakaa

(April 29, 1947 / 1947)

Yusef Komunyakaa Poems

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