Ashley Bryan’s ABC’s of

African American Poetry

I thought this book was a beautiful way of introducing children to the extraordinary range of African-American poetry. I read quite a bit of poetry, and thought I would try something similar — but for adults. Below are 26 lines of poetry by mostly contemporary Black American poets. Please pay attention to the titles of these poems — they’re often quite revelatory — and to the author’s names. I’ve also included a list of sources for those of you interested in reading more. The Poetry Foundation is an excellent resource for poetry (with a great search engine), as is the Academy of American Poets.

Delia LaJeunesse, Founder of Subvert, has paired works by Black American artists with the lines below and laid out the page with her gorgeous eye for aesthetics.

We hope you enjoy this special collaboration between our two arts’ organizations, Story Remedy & Subvert.

all images & videos are copyrighted by the artists.

all poetry selections are copyrighted by the authors.

I come to you America, scrubbed almost clean,

but infected with memory and the bellow of broiling spices

in a long-ago kitchen.

from “Practice Standing Unleashed and Clean”

by Patricia Smith

Kitchen Table Series. Carrie Mae Weems.

We are called angry Black women because we bare arms, pay close attention to where babies like to lean, hang our threadbare purses, our satin satchels, there. They call us angry, bare-arm Black women because we use our arms for more than waving to each other, recognize, our arms swing out, keep us balanced while we pose for official portraits and Jet centerfolds.

from “The Bare Arms of Black Women” by Nikky Finney

On the occasion of the unveiling of Amy Sherald’s official portrait 

of the First Lady of Arms, Michelle Obama

close your eyes—

make the white

gaze disappear

 

from Black Imagination, curated by Natasha Marin

Emotional Guidance. Nana Frimpong Oduro

because white men can’t

police their imagination

black men are dying

 

from “Making Room” by Claudia Rankine

Untitled #5 Parkchester, NY (2015). Jon Henry

Two photographs

of Emmett Till,

born my year,

on my birthday.

One, he’s smiling,

happy, and the other one

is after.

from “Narrative: Ali” by Elizabeth Alexander

Mama Waiting. Alfred Conteh

Sit. Feast on your life.

from “Love after Love” by Derek Walcott

TRY ON DREAMS UNTIL I FIND THE ONE THAT FITS ME. THEY ALL FIT ME. Amy Sherald

God bless our neighborhood
barber, the patience it takes
to make a man
you’ve just met
beautiful.

 

from “Benediction” by Joshua Bennett

Deity I, 2015. Bre’Ann White

Sometimes I don’t know who he is anymore

traveling the back roads between boy and man.

from “Hoodie” by January Gill O’Neil

Hoods. John Edmonds

today, i am a mother, & my country is burning
           and i forget how to flee
from such a flamboyant backdraft
                       —i’m too in awe of how beautiful i look
            on fire

 

from “litany” by Mahogany L. Browne

Untitled, 2019. Nelson Makamo

Jazz June. We

Die soon.

from “The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel” by Gwendolyn Brooks

Off Day. Kerream Jones

We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.                                                                             What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.” 

from “Small Kindnesses” by Danusha Lameris

Sorrow & I. Kevin Okeith

I begin to see

our lives are like this – we take

what we need of light.  

from “Gathering” by Natasha Tretheway

Untitled, Calvin Coleman

The baby wakes. He is almost four

            weeks old. I give him a piece

                        of my body.

from “On the Road to Sri Bhuvaneshwari” by Robin Coste Lewis

listen, 

when I found there was no safety

in my father’s house

I knew there was none anywhere.”

 

from “to my friend, Jerina” by Lucille Clifton

 

Head 1X, 2008. Lorna Simpson

I am outside of 

history.                        

 

from “Dualism” by Ishmael Reed

 

A Man and His Brother. Devan Shimoyama

Summer seemed to bloom against the will,

Of the sun, which news reports claimed flamed hotter

On this planet than when our dead fathers

Wiped sweat from their necks. 

from “The Tradition” by Jericho Brown

Deaccessionings, Candice J. Davis

Some people don't remember that 
love is 
listening and laughing and asking 
questions 
no matter what your age

from “Love Is” by Nikki Giovanni

DARKROOM MIRROR (_2070386). Paul Mpagi Sepuya

I’ve known rivers:

Ancient, dusky rivers.

 

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

 

from “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” by Langston Hughes

My Big Black America. Wesley Clark

The blues calling my name.

She is singing a deep song.

She is singing a deep song.

I am human.

from “Deep Song” by Gayl Jones

The Long Journey Home. Mason Archie

in the backseat my sons laugh & tussle,

far from Tamir’s age, adorned with his

complexion & cadence & already warned

 

from “When I Think of Tamir Rice While Driving” by Reginald Dwayne Betts

for I must only use

the tips 

of my finger

with which I will

one day close

my mother’s eyes

 

from “ode to buttoning and unbuttoning my shirt” by Ross Gay 

Back Bone. Al Burts

And it makes me think the biggest and blackest are almost always more vulnerable

from “I Can’t Breathe” by Pamela Sneed

A Missed Prayer. Shikeith

Somewhere

in the light above the womb,

black trees

and white trees

populate a world.

 

from “My Grandfather Walks in the Woods” by Marilyn Nelson

Los Angeles Sam. Texas Isaiah

sometimes i just forget to
exhale. my shoulders held tightly
near my neck, i am a ball of tense
living, a tumbleweed with steel-toed
boots. i can’t remember the last time
i felt light as dandelion

from “a brief meditation on breath” by Yesenia Montilla

Grief might be easy

if there weren’t still

such beauty – would be far

simpler if the silver

 

maple didn’t thrust

its leaves into flame,

trusting that spring

will find it again.

 

from “Redemption Song” by Kevin Young

Wade in the Water, Jerry and Terry Lynn

Have you ever tried silk sheets? 
I did, persuaded by postnatal dread 
and a Macy's clerk to bargain 
for more zip.

 

from “Used” by Rita Dove

Maktub. Oye Diran

Sources:

Betts, Reginald Dwayne. Felon: Poems. New York: W.W. Norton & Co., 2019.

Brown, Jericho. The Tradition. Port Townsend: Copper Canyon Press, 2019.

Finney, Nikky. Love Child’s Hotbed of Occasional Poetry: Poems and Artifacts. Northwestern University Press/ TriQuarterly Books, 2020.

Gay, Ross. Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude. Pittsburgh: University of Pittsburgh Press, 2015.

Harper, Michael S. and Anthony Walton. The Vintage Book of African American Poetry: 200 Years of Visionm Struggle, Power, Beauty, and Triumph from 50 Outstanding Poets. New York: Vintage Books, 2000

Lewis, Robin Hoste. Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2015

Marin, Natasha, Curator. Black Imagination. San Francisco: McSweeney’s, 2020.

Poets.org. American Poets: The Journal of the Academy of American Poets (Fall-Winter 2020, Volume 59)

Rankine, Claudia. Citizen: An American Lyric. Minneapolis: Grey Wolf Press, 2014.

Tretheway, Natasha. Monument: Poems New and Selected. New York: Mariner Books, 2018

Young, Kevin, Ed. The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief and Healing. New York: Bloomsbury, 2013.