The Black Unicorn: Poems (Norton Paperback)
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The Black Unicorn is a collection of poems by a woman who, Adrienne Rich writes, "for the complexity of her vision, for her moral courage and the catalytic passion of her language, has already become, for many, an indispensable poet."
Rich continues: "Refusing to be circumscribed by any simple identity, Audre Lorde writes as a Black woman, a mother, a daughter, a Lesbian, a feminist, a visionary; poems of elemental wildness and healing, nightmare and lucidity. Her rhythms and accents have the timelessness of a poetry which extends beyond white Western politics, beyond the anger and wisdom of Black America, beyond the North American earth, to Abomey and the Dahomeyan Amazons. These are poems nourished in an oral tradition, which also blaze and pulse on the page, beneath the reader's eye."
nights laughter and promise and dark heat warming whatever I touch that is living consuming only what is already dead. SAHARA High above this desert I am becoming absorbed. Plateaus of sand dendrites of sand continents and islands and waddys of sand tongue sand wrinkle sand mountain sand coasts of sand pimples and pustules and macula of sand snot all over your face from sneezing sand dry lakes of sand buried pools of sand moon craters of sand Get your “I've had too much
your red hair burned my fingers as I spread you tasting your ruff down to sweetness and I forgot to tell you I have heard you calling across this land in my blood before meeting and I greet you again on the beaches in mines lying on platforms in trees full of tail-tail birds flicking and deep in your caverns of decomposed granite even over my own laterite hills after a long journey licking your sons while you wrinkle your nose at the stench. Coming to rest in the open mirrors of
for a season out of the judging rain we have mated we have cubbed we have high time for work and another meeting women exchanging blood in the innermost rooms of moment we must taste of each other's fruit at least once before we shall both be slain. SEASONING What am I ready to lose in this advancing summer? As the days that seemed long grow shorter and shorter I want to chew up time until every moment expands in an emotional mathematic tht includes the smell and texture of every
at 37. Windows are holes to let in the light in Newark airport at dawn I read of your death by illumination the carpets are dark and the windows are smoky to keep out the coming sun I plummet down through a hole in the carpet seeking immediate ground for my feet to embrace my toes have no wisdom no strength to resist they curl in a spasm of grief of fury uprooted It is dawn in the airport and nothing is open I cannot even plant you a tree the earth is still frozen I write a card
thankless and separate as stormy gulfs where lightning raged to pierce your clit with proud black anger or to reject you back into your doubt smothering you into acceptance with my own black song coming over and over as angry nightmares upon your pillow to swallow you into confusion like a cherished berry or buy you up at random with my electric body shooting out rhythm and symbol like lasers to burn you up and vanish before the night. When all the time I would have loved you