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.
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Audre Lorde Poems
Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigis mountains spread over a valley
For Each of You
Be who you are and will be learn to cherish that boisterous Black Angel that drives you up one day and down another
Woman power is Black power is
It has rained for five days running the world is a round puddle
I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me the boy I cannot live without still sucks his thumb
The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children.
Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet
My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child I was. Features build coloring
A Woman Speaks
Moon marked and touched by sun my magic is unwritten but when the sea turns back it will leave my shape behind.
Who Said It Was Simple
There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear.
Making Love To Concrete
An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel gazelle inescapable
I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck moving away from me beyond anger or failure your face in the evening schools of longing
Father Son and Holy Ghost
I have not ever seen my father's grave. Not that his judgment eyes have been forgotten nor his great hands' print
Sisters in Arms
The edge of our bed was a wide grid where your fifteen-year-old daughter was hanging gut-sprung on police wheels a cablegram nailed to the wood
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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