Poetry of the Harlem Renaissance: Visualizing Magazines, Editors, and Poems

Angelina Grimke, "The Black Finger" (1923)

I have just seen a most beautiful thing
Slim and still,
Against a gold, gold sky,
A straight black cypress,
Sensitive,
Exquisite,
A black finger
Pointing upwards.
Why, beautiful still finger, are you black?
And why are you pointing upwards?

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