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The Black Finger


I have just seen a beautiful thing
Slim and still,
Against a gold, gold sky,
A straight cypress,
Sensitive
Exquisite,


A black finger
Pointing upwards.
Why, beautiful, still finger are you black?
And why are you pointing upwards?

Written by Angelina W. Grimke (1880-1958)

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