Audre Lorde Poems
- Love Poem Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make...
- For Each Of You Be who you are and will be learn to ...
- Now Woman power is Black power is
- Coping It has rained for five days running the world is a ...
- Never To Dream Of Spiders Time collapses between the lips of ...
- A Woman Speaks Moon marked and touched by sun my magic is...
- Hanging Fire I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me ...
Audre Lorde (born Audrey Geraldine Lorde) was a Caribbean-American writer, poet and activist.
Lorde was born in New York City to Caribbean immigrants from Grenada, Frederick Byron Lorde (called Byron) and Linda Gertrude Belmar Lorde, who settled in Harlem. Nearsighted to the point of being legally blind, and the youngest of three daughters (her sisters named Phyllis and Helen), Lorde grew up hearing her mother's stories about the West Indies. She learned to talk while she learned to read, at the age of four, and her mother taught her to write at around the same time. She wrote her first poem when she was in eighth grade.
Born Audrey Geraldine Lorde, she ... more »
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Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.
And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
from the split cup
impaled on a lance of tongues
on the tips of her breasts on her navel
and my breath
howling into her entrances
through lungs of pain.
Greedy as herring-gulls
or a child
I swing out over the earth
over and over