Monthly Archives: February 2021

Oriflamme: a poem by Jessie Redmon Fauset, 1920

So very many talented black writers – then and now. I am always amazed (though perhaps I shouldn’t be) at the talent of which I’ve never been made aware. is a great site for dipping your toe into new and talented writers  –  both old and new.


by Jessie Redmon Fauset

I think I see her sitting bowed and black,
  Stricken and seared with slavery’s mortal scars,
Reft of her children, lonely, anguished, yet
  Still looking at the stars.

Symbolic mother, we thy myriad sons,
  Pounding our stubborn hearts on Freedom’s bars,
Clutching our birthright, fight with faces set,
  Still visioning the stars!