| Details | | Publication Date: | 1995-09-01 |
| Size | | Length: | 88 pages | | Height: | 9.3 in | | Width: | 6.3 in | | Thickness: | 0.5 in | | Weight: | 11.2 oz |
Publisher's Note A collection of poems that looks at the world through the eyes of a slave, or of a contemporary woman remembering Africa and the events in her life.
Industry Reviews "What isn't water in us must be bone; /what isn't weeping must be what remains/when weeping's done." Generations of women's stories have pretty much dried the well, but what is left where tears came from is an ore of wisdom, of truth. Roy (Wailing the Dead to Sleep, Bogle L'Ouverture, 1988) allows us a glimpse of the world through the eyes of a slave, or through the eyes of a contemporary woman remembering Africa, remembering her dead mother, remembering nights of passion and days of ordinary living in an extraordinary world. Whether framed by the bombed-out streets of London or the grandeur of the Virginia plantation, these poems are sparked by life and living, even in death: "You, the rose, stay fresh under the dirt/ like a cluster of white, scented stars...." Here is celebration in every aspect of life, even its ending: "When I die, whatever form I take will be close/ to song." This fine collection, which was selected by Lucille Clifton as the winner of the 1995 Eighth Mountain Poetry Prize, is highly recommended. Louis McKee, Painted Bride Arts Ctr., Philadelphia Breitman
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