Yusef Komunyakaa Poems
- Facing It My black face fades, hiding inside the black ...
- My Father's Love Letters On Fridays he'd open a can of ...
- Prisoners Usually at the helipad I see them ...
- Jasmine I sit beside two women, kitty-corner to the stage, ...
- Potions The old woman made mint Candy for the ...
- The Whistle The seven o'clock whistle Made the morning air ...
- Believing In Iron The hills my brothers & I ...
an American poet who currently teaches at New York University and is a famous member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers. Komunyakaa is a recipient of the 1994 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award, for Neon Vernacular and the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. He also received the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize.
Komunyakaa received the 2007 Louisiana Writer Award for his enduring contribution to the ... more »
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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 ...