Dear Reader,

Happy Black History Month! Throughout February, organizations in the U.S. and Canada celebrate the legacy of Black activists, scholars, leaders, and families. At Poetry Daily, we hope to join this collective chorus by highlighting the continued impact Black poets have on literature.

Today, Poetry Daily commemorates this year's Black History Month by featuring several works by Black poets from our archives. We also encourage you to explore the work of our colleagues at Cave Canem, The Furious Flower Poetry Center, and the Wright/Hurston Foundation in supporting Black poets' voices.

A.B. Spellman
Between the Night & Its Music
A.B. Spellman

between the night & its shadow is the music
between the music & the night is the song
between the song & the music is the voice
between the voice & the music is the self
between the self & its song is the mind
between the mind & the song is the melody

 
Ashley M Jones
Poem In Which I Am Too Political To Read At Your School
Ashley M. Jones

A rose, single, silent, and soft, opens—
red petals tender, innocent, fragrant.
What beauty! How holy! Peace, unbroken
in the rose’s solid stem. O, ancient
wonder, rose of unsullied joy, I sing
to the majesty of your sun-loved face—


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Fred Moten
sun and shade
Fred Moten

Blackness is the ceaselessly miraculous demonstration that there is no black and white, just sun and shade. This insight is serial, over and over, all over the place, as an irreducible element of art consciousness’s remedial education, registering the condition that is without remedy.
 
in broad dayliGht black descendants look gall
Roya Marsh

a saturday
betwixt the chin-high grass
hot enough to scald a lizard
beneath the mason dixon
a single home in a field of trailers
the big house


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Liberation
Shauna Barbosa

I count gulls until they spasm
into numbers, until I grasp
a number never uttered. I ration
dignity like crackers to last

when my own words pan
dust into the mouth of a little gull.

 
Virginia Slim
Taylor Johnson

Young buck tapping
its velvet against the
bathroom window in
the morning. The land
leaning in the pines,
the well, cattails,


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Thank you so much for reading. We’ll see you tomorrow.

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