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Olivia Ward Bush-Banks was born in Sag Harbor, New York, on February 27, 1869, to parents of African and Montauk descent. After her mother died when she was nine months old, Bush-Banks was sent to live with her aunt in Providence, Rhode Island. It was while she was enrolled at Providence High School that Bush-Banks began writing poems, many of which reflected on her heritage and biracial identity.

After high school, Bush-Banks got married and had two daughters. A few years later, Bush-Banks got a divorce and briefly lived with her aunt in Providence again before moving her family to Boston, where she served as the assistant dramatic director at the Robert Gould Shaw Community House.

In 1899, Bush-Banks published the short, ten-poem collection Original Poems (Louis A. Basinet Press), followed by Driftwood (Atlantic Printing Co., 1914). Paul Laurence Dunbar praised her second collection, saying it “should be an inspiration to the women of our race.” By 1900, Bush-Banks had contributed to a number of publications, including Boston Transcript, Voice of the Negro, and Colored American Magazine, and was serving as the historian for the Montauk nation, a position she held until she remarried in the early 1920s.

After remarrying, Bush-Banks moved to Chicago, where she advocated for the New Negro Movement and established a private drama school, the Bush-Banks School of Expression.

In the 1930s Bush-Banks moved to New York City, where she served as a drama coach in Harlem under the Works Progress Administration program and wrote for the Westchester Record-Courier.

Bush-Banks died in New York City on April 8, 1944.


Driftwood (Atlantic Printing Co., 1914)
Original Poems (Louis A. Basinet Press)

Morning on Shinnecock

The rising sun had crowned the hills,
      And added beauty to the plain;
O grand and wondrous spectacle!
     That only nature could explain.

I stood within a leafy grove,
     And gazed around in blissful awe;
The sky appeared one mass of blue,
     That seemed to spread from sea to shore.

Far as the human eye could see,
     Were stretched the fields of waving corn.
Soft on my ear the warbling birds
     Were heralding the birth of morn.

While here and there a cottage quaint
     Seemed to repose in quiet ease
Amid the trees, whose leaflets waved
     And fluttered in the passing breeze.

O morning hour! so dear thy joy,
     And how I longed for thee to last;
But e’en thy fading into day
     Brought me an echo of the past.

’Twas this,—how fair my life began;
     How pleasant was its hour of dawn;
But, merging into sorrow’s day,
     Then beauty faded with the morn.

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Olivia Ward Bush-Banks

Olivia Ward Bush-Banks was born in Sag Harbor, New York, on February 27, 1869, to parents of African and Montauk descent.

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I said a thoughtless word one day,
A loved one heard and went away;
I cried: “Forgive me, I was blind;
I would not wound or be unkind.”
I waited long, but all in vain,
To win my loved one back again.
Too late, alas! to weep and pray,
Death came; my loved one passed away.