Audre Lorde poems

Audre Lorde(18 February 1934 - 17 November 1992 / New York City)

Love Poem

- by Audre Lorde 8

Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
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
honey flowed
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
again.

Now

- by Audre Lorde 6

Woman power
is
Black power
is
Human power
is
alwasy feeling
my heart beats
as my eyes open
as my hands move
as my mouth speaks

I am
are you

Ready.