Audre Lorde

(18 February 1934 – 17 November 1992 / New York City)

Never To Dream Of Spiders - Poem by Audre Lorde

Time collapses between the lips of strangers
my days collapse into a hollow tube
soon implodes against now
like an iron wall
my eyes are blocked with rubble
a smear of perspectives
blurring each horizon
in the breathless precision of silence
one word is made.

Once the renegade flesh was gone
fall air lay against my face
sharp and blue as a needle
but the rain fell through October
and death lay a condemnation
within my blood.

The smell of your neck in August
a fine gold wire bejeweling war
all the rest lies
illusive as a farmhouse
on the other side of a valley
vanishing in the afternoon.

Day three day four day ten
the seventh step
a veiled door leading to my golden anniversary
flameproofed free-paper shredded
in the teeth of a pillaging dog
never to dream of spiders
and when they turned the hoses upon me
a burst of light.

Comments about Never To Dream Of Spiders by Audre Lorde

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (7/14/2014 3:59:00 AM)

    i must say this is exeptional quality of poetry.i like how you command the words to suit your style of poetry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 17, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 17, 2011

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