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Coal
Coal is one of the earliest collections 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." A rich gathering of songs and love poems, elegies and narratives, Coal evokes views of city life that are "accident and hard-edged, and sardonic 'cables of rage' humming with their own electricity" (Helen Vendler).
Marilyn Hacker captures the essence of Lorde and her poetry: "Black, lesbian, mother, urban woman: none of Lorde's selves has ever silenced the others; the counter point among them is often the material of her strongest poems."
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First published January 1, 1976
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Audre Lorde
112 books5,906 followersAudre Lorde was a revolutionary Black feminist. Lorde's poetry was published very regularly during the 1960s — in Langston Hughes' 1962 New Negro Poets, USA; in several foreign anthologies; and in black literary magazines. During this time, she was politically active in civil rights, anti-war, and feminist movements. Her first volume of poetry, The First Cities (1968), was published by the Poet's Press and edited by Diane di Prima, a former classmate and friend from Hunter College High School. Dudley Randall, a poet and critic, asserted in his review of the book that Lorde "does not wave a black flag, but her blackness is there, implicit, in the bone."
Her second volume, Cables to Rage (1970), which was mainly written during her tenure at Tougaloo College in Mississippi, addressed themes of love, betrayal, childbirth and the complexities of raising children. It is particularly noteworthy for the poem "Martha", in which Lorde poetically confirms her homosexuality: "[W]e shall love each other here if ever at all." Later books continued her political aims in lesbian and gay rights, and feminism. In 1980, together with Barbara Smith and Cherríe Moraga, she co-founded Kitchen Table: Women of Color Press, the first U.S. publisher for women of colour. Lorde was State Poet of New York from 1991 to 1992.
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Her second volume, Cables to Rage (1970), which was mainly written during her tenure at Tougaloo College in Mississippi, addressed themes of love, betrayal, childbirth and the complexities of raising children. It is particularly noteworthy for the poem "Martha", in which Lorde poetically confirms her homosexuality: "[W]e shall love each other here if ever at all." Later books continued her political aims in lesbian and gay rights, and feminism. In 1980, together with Barbara Smith and Cherríe Moraga, she co-founded Kitchen Table: Women of Color Press, the first U.S. publisher for women of colour. Lorde was State Poet of New York from 1991 to 1992.
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August 1, 2022
Without expectation
there is no end
to the shocks of morning
or even a small summer. p11
This slim but exceptional volume of poetry has been affecting my own writing style for weeks. I love how Lorde handles a line, and her syntax is dreamy.
When I first started reading COAL, I couldn't connect. So I walked around my house, blindly, reading the poems out loud, bruising my shins. But once I felt her lines and sentences in my own mouth, the tension of her diction, all the choices she put into those poems, coming out from between my lips--I was hooked. I knew what I was reading was something, as I already said, exceptional.
COAL is a poetry collection you read if you want to feel. It's not a sit and relax book. Audre Lorde was a black gay woman and wrote these poems bravely from a place of need, of desire, and of complexity.
With all that I love about this collection, I did not care for the last two sections, grief poems. One of these was an epic, entitled "Martha," which is technically good, but I felt lost in it several times. Who knows--maybe that was Lorde's intent; it's a grief poem. There's also one exception: the last poem in the book, entitled, "To a Girl Who Knew What Side Her Bread Was Buttered On."
What form! I love this, poem-letter form. I'm reading a whole collection of them right now; but Lorde's is the most stunning example I've seen. Hers is a short poem describing the figure in the greeting, which functions in this case a bit like glossing in chapters of fiction. The Poem tells the story of the girl: looked after by a pile of "old bones" and pursued by a too-old man--which one of them will capture her thrall? Well...the title has already told us, if we pay attention!
Rating 4 stars
Finished July 2022
Recommended to fans of modern poetry, contemporary poetry, and literary poetry; readers seeking diverse perspectives, black poetic voices
there is no end
to the shocks of morning
or even a small summer. p11
This slim but exceptional volume of poetry has been affecting my own writing style for weeks. I love how Lorde handles a line, and her syntax is dreamy.
When I first started reading COAL, I couldn't connect. So I walked around my house, blindly, reading the poems out loud, bruising my shins. But once I felt her lines and sentences in my own mouth, the tension of her diction, all the choices she put into those poems, coming out from between my lips--I was hooked. I knew what I was reading was something, as I already said, exceptional.
COAL is a poetry collection you read if you want to feel. It's not a sit and relax book. Audre Lorde was a black gay woman and wrote these poems bravely from a place of need, of desire, and of complexity.
With all that I love about this collection, I did not care for the last two sections, grief poems. One of these was an epic, entitled "Martha," which is technically good, but I felt lost in it several times. Who knows--maybe that was Lorde's intent; it's a grief poem. There's also one exception: the last poem in the book, entitled, "To a Girl Who Knew What Side Her Bread Was Buttered On."
What form! I love this, poem-letter form. I'm reading a whole collection of them right now; but Lorde's is the most stunning example I've seen. Hers is a short poem describing the figure in the greeting, which functions in this case a bit like glossing in chapters of fiction. The Poem tells the story of the girl: looked after by a pile of "old bones" and pursued by a too-old man--which one of them will capture her thrall? Well...the title has already told us, if we pay attention!
Rating 4 stars
Finished July 2022
Recommended to fans of modern poetry, contemporary poetry, and literary poetry; readers seeking diverse perspectives, black poetic voices
August 16, 2026
So many gorgeous poems to tug at your heart. For those full of emotion, Lorde is a master of words and writes with such power and tenderness. The weekend poetry collection for everyone!!!
June 14, 2026
This is one of Audre's earliest collections, and while it was still good I do think that shows.
The poems span love, motherhood, racism and so much more. I like that we had such variet, but it also felt hard to tie the collection together.
Audre's poetry has always been accessible -- she was one of the first mature poets I ever read. I like that its clear and easy to understand, even if the overall meaning of some of these poems was hard to grasp.
But at the same time, I found some of these poems very simplistic where I would've loved for them to more specific, individual or unique.
I did truly love some of the poems though, as I ended up annotating and underlining a handful. My favourites were When the Saints Come Marching In, Memorial I and Conversations in Crisis.
The poems span love, motherhood, racism and so much more. I like that we had such variet, but it also felt hard to tie the collection together.
Audre's poetry has always been accessible -- she was one of the first mature poets I ever read. I like that its clear and easy to understand, even if the overall meaning of some of these poems was hard to grasp.
But at the same time, I found some of these poems very simplistic where I would've loved for them to more specific, individual or unique.
I did truly love some of the poems though, as I ended up annotating and underlining a handful. My favourites were When the Saints Come Marching In, Memorial I and Conversations in Crisis.
November 2, 2023
“Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference” -Lady Gaga
I had to invoke Ms. Germanotta because I’m too stunned to speak. Couldn’t recommend this collection more.
Fav poems + quotes:
Story Books on a Kitchen Table:
“Where anger re-conceived me / piercing my eyes like arrows /pointed by her nightmare
of who I was not / becoming.”
Gemini:
“Our roots, once nourished by the cool lost water / cry out -Remind us!"-and the oyster / world cries out its pearls like tears.”
Bridge through My Window:
“Love, we are both shorelines”
When the Saints Come Marching in:
“I do not know the rituals / the exhaltations / nor what name of the god / the survivors will worship / I only know she will be terrible / and very busy / and very old.”
The Maiden:
“Once I was immortal beside an ocean”
Second Spring:
“We have no passions left to love the spring / who have suffered autumn as we did, alone”
“How shall we know another spring / For there will come no flower where was fruit before”
I had to invoke Ms. Germanotta because I’m too stunned to speak. Couldn’t recommend this collection more.
Fav poems + quotes:
Story Books on a Kitchen Table:
“Where anger re-conceived me / piercing my eyes like arrows /pointed by her nightmare
of who I was not / becoming.”
Gemini:
“Our roots, once nourished by the cool lost water / cry out -Remind us!"-and the oyster / world cries out its pearls like tears.”
Bridge through My Window:
“Love, we are both shorelines”
When the Saints Come Marching in:
“I do not know the rituals / the exhaltations / nor what name of the god / the survivors will worship / I only know she will be terrible / and very busy / and very old.”
The Maiden:
“Once I was immortal beside an ocean”
Second Spring:
“We have no passions left to love the spring / who have suffered autumn as we did, alone”
“How shall we know another spring / For there will come no flower where was fruit before”
June 29, 2023
This short collection of 41 poems, Coal, spans a range of visual and emotional memory—of life passed by, of relationships ending, of truths to learn of the world. One of Audre Lorde’s techniques is the stark contrastive metaphor which seems to repeated break expectation to highlight a defiant tension:
The iconic poem in the collection contains these contrastive punches, and also powerfully demonstrates the brevity, common themes, a 1st-person point-of-view, and female-mother(-daughter-lover) narrative voice emanating throughout this collection.
their fathers were dying
whose death will not free them
•
Meanwhile
the woman thing my mother taught me
bakes off its covering of snow
like a rising blackening sun.
•
following rain
why are you weeping?
I am come home.
The iconic poem in the collection contains these contrastive punches, and also powerfully demonstrates the brevity, common themes, a 1st-person point-of-view, and female-mother(-daughter-lover) narrative voice emanating throughout this collection.
A Child
Shall Lead
I have a child
whose feet are blind
on every road
but silence.
My boy has
lovely foolish lips
but cannot find
his way to sun
And I am grown
past knowledge.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
November 23, 2025
beautiful and sharp poetry, as always
April 25, 2026
What my child learns
as her winters grow in time
has ripened in my own body
to enter her eyes with first light
Ever since I've read the brilliant Sister Outsider I am a fan of Audre Lorde, and excited to pick up more of her work. Maybe reading Coal as part of the Penguin Archive-series wasn't the best choice however, because - after researching its background on the internet - it's helpful to read an edition that includes an introduction. Now I had to guess at the various themes and connections to Lorde's own life, which would've helped me make sense of (the story behind) the poems.
That being said, there are several poems in here that show Lorde's talent to translate complex emotions in clear writing. Not necessarily On a night of the full moon - that one made me hot under the collar 🌶.
But A family resemblance for example remains an intriguing mystery (is the writer shaming her sister or herself?), and Martha is filled with burning heartbreak, with mourning for a dying lover while they're still alive. Yes Martha / we have loved each other and I hope / we still can.
A poetry collection that often left me puzzled, but one that definitely proves the author's intelligent mind and beautiful writing.
There are many kinds of open
how a diamond comes into a knot of flame
how sound comes into a word, colored
by who pays what for speaking
as her winters grow in time
has ripened in my own body
to enter her eyes with first light
Ever since I've read the brilliant Sister Outsider I am a fan of Audre Lorde, and excited to pick up more of her work. Maybe reading Coal as part of the Penguin Archive-series wasn't the best choice however, because - after researching its background on the internet - it's helpful to read an edition that includes an introduction. Now I had to guess at the various themes and connections to Lorde's own life, which would've helped me make sense of (the story behind) the poems.
That being said, there are several poems in here that show Lorde's talent to translate complex emotions in clear writing. Not necessarily On a night of the full moon - that one made me hot under the collar 🌶.
But A family resemblance for example remains an intriguing mystery (is the writer shaming her sister or herself?), and Martha is filled with burning heartbreak, with mourning for a dying lover while they're still alive. Yes Martha / we have loved each other and I hope / we still can.
A poetry collection that often left me puzzled, but one that definitely proves the author's intelligent mind and beautiful writing.
There are many kinds of open
how a diamond comes into a knot of flame
how sound comes into a word, colored
by who pays what for speaking
May 13, 2025
still don’t think i’m cultured enough to understand poetry but i had a good time
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November 12, 2025beaming. breaking. then beaming again.
May 17, 2017
It's felt like a good time to revisit Audre Lorde, and this is my favorite of her books of poetry. The poem that stood out most to me today:
Future Promise
This home will not stand forever.
The windows are sturdy
but shuttered
like individual solutions
that match one at a time.
The roof leaks.
On persistent rainy days
I look up to see
the gables weeping
quietly.
The stairs are sound
beneath my children
but from time to time
a splinter leaves
imbedded in a childish foot.
I dream of stairways
sagging
into silence
well used and satisfied
with no more need
for changelessness.
Once
freed from constancy
this house
will not stand
forever.
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And there you have it, my first 5-star rating of a book of poetry ever. I read this straight through and couldn't stop, except to read certain poems over again. And it took me by surprise because so many of the poems in this collection appeared before in other books of Lorde's, but even the ones I didn't think much of before completely resonated here, in the company of all the others. I commented that Lorde's two previous collections felt uneven to me, but this one...it's like one of those albums where every song is amazing, and there's an overall mood to it that ties them all together, and when you listen to it you feel like you're wrapped up in something bigger than you, and even listening to it again after a long absence, you still find yourself connected to it and to who you were back when you first heard it.
I don't know. But I've definitely found my poet, and I'm excited to find that in my giant book of every poem Lorde ever published I'm only about halfway through.
I'm not even going to bother listing out the poems I loved in this collection like I usually do, because I loved all of them in some way, but here's one that was new to me and that I've already reread several times over:
The Maiden
Once I was immortal beside an ocean
having the names of night
and the first men came
with sledges of fire
driving the sun.
I was brought forth in the moonpit of a virgin
condemned to light
to a dry world's endless mornings
sweeping the moon away
and wherever I fled
seeking a new road home
morning had harrowed the endless rivers
to nest in the dried out bed
of my mother sea.
Time drove the moon down to crescent
and they found me
mortal
beside a moon's crater
mouthing the ocean names of night.
Next up is Between Our Selves, but I almost want to just keep reading this one over and over again forever instead!
Future Promise
This home will not stand forever.
The windows are sturdy
but shuttered
like individual solutions
that match one at a time.
The roof leaks.
On persistent rainy days
I look up to see
the gables weeping
quietly.
The stairs are sound
beneath my children
but from time to time
a splinter leaves
imbedded in a childish foot.
I dream of stairways
sagging
into silence
well used and satisfied
with no more need
for changelessness.
Once
freed from constancy
this house
will not stand
forever.
------------------------------
And there you have it, my first 5-star rating of a book of poetry ever. I read this straight through and couldn't stop, except to read certain poems over again. And it took me by surprise because so many of the poems in this collection appeared before in other books of Lorde's, but even the ones I didn't think much of before completely resonated here, in the company of all the others. I commented that Lorde's two previous collections felt uneven to me, but this one...it's like one of those albums where every song is amazing, and there's an overall mood to it that ties them all together, and when you listen to it you feel like you're wrapped up in something bigger than you, and even listening to it again after a long absence, you still find yourself connected to it and to who you were back when you first heard it.
I don't know. But I've definitely found my poet, and I'm excited to find that in my giant book of every poem Lorde ever published I'm only about halfway through.
I'm not even going to bother listing out the poems I loved in this collection like I usually do, because I loved all of them in some way, but here's one that was new to me and that I've already reread several times over:
The Maiden
Once I was immortal beside an ocean
having the names of night
and the first men came
with sledges of fire
driving the sun.
I was brought forth in the moonpit of a virgin
condemned to light
to a dry world's endless mornings
sweeping the moon away
and wherever I fled
seeking a new road home
morning had harrowed the endless rivers
to nest in the dried out bed
of my mother sea.
Time drove the moon down to crescent
and they found me
mortal
beside a moon's crater
mouthing the ocean names of night.
Next up is Between Our Selves, but I almost want to just keep reading this one over and over again forever instead!
August 16, 2024
Lorde was a self-described “black, lesbian, feminist, socialist, mother, warrior poet” and she brings all of these aspects of her persona into this collection of poems as well as lover, daughter, oracle, and witch. Her work is important and impactful with poignant lines like this beauty: “time drove the moon down to a crescent.”
May 24, 2026
"And I would be the moon
spoken over your beckoning flesh
breaking against reservations
beaching thought
my hands at your high tide
over and under inside you
and the passing of hungers
attended, forgotten."
Something about Audre Lorde’s poetry always heals some sort of part of me. And the poem to Martha? Absolutely broke me.
Instantly another all time favourite.
"Out of her womb of pain my mother spat me
into her ill-fitting harness of despair
into her deceits
where anger re-conceived me
piercing my eyes like arrows
pointed by her nightmare
of who I was not becoming."
spoken over your beckoning flesh
breaking against reservations
beaching thought
my hands at your high tide
over and under inside you
and the passing of hungers
attended, forgotten."
Something about Audre Lorde’s poetry always heals some sort of part of me. And the poem to Martha? Absolutely broke me.
Instantly another all time favourite.
"Out of her womb of pain my mother spat me
into her ill-fitting harness of despair
into her deceits
where anger re-conceived me
piercing my eyes like arrows
pointed by her nightmare
of who I was not becoming."
November 17, 2025
If I'm being completely honest, this is one of the greatest things I've read, certainly some of the greatest poetry. I will be reading more of Audre Lorde's work as soon as I can, because these were truly sensational.
My favourites: On a Night Of the Full Moon, Anniversary, Memorial II, Martha, Generation, Hard Love Rock
My favourites: On a Night Of the Full Moon, Anniversary, Memorial II, Martha, Generation, Hard Love Rock
August 5, 2026
A near perfect collection of poems written with emotional intensity that are about everything and nothing all at once. The collection itself is divided into parts, which reflect the stages of life and as such allows this piece to touch on nearly every human experience, from love to hate to loss to joy. Its a true achievement and something everyone would be richer for having read.
July 4, 2026
“All the poems I have ever written / make a small book shaped like another me / called by yesterday’s names / the shedding of a past in patched conceits / moulted like snake skin - a book of leavings.”
May 26, 2025
Read and analysed the poems with Eva💌
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July 24, 2026vrm on a rarement fait mieux depuis je pourrais lire ses listes de courses
June 15, 2024
Paperweight and Martha both made my jaw drop
February 11, 2021
My fav (aside from "Coal"):
"To a Girl Who Knew What Side Her Bread Was Buttered On"
He, through the eyes of the first marauder
saw her, his catch of bright thunder, heaping
tea and bread for her guardian dead
crunching the nut-dry words they said
and, thinking the bones were sleeping.
he broke through the muffled afternoon
calling an end to their ritual's tune
with lightning-like disorder:
'Leave these bones, Love! Come away
from their summer breads with the flavour of hay -
your guards can watch the shards of our catch
warming our bones on some winter's day!'
Like an ocean of straws the old bones rose up
Fearing his threat of a second death;
and he had little time to wonder
at the silence of bright thunder
as, with a smile of pity and stealth,
she buttered fresh scones for her guardian bones
and they trampled him into the earth.
It's my favorite because of the atmosphere of fantasy, the funny play with punctuation and line breaking, and the wonderfully twisted tone provoked by the final two lines. My love for the collection as a whole is inconsistent, but a couple individual pieces put it over the edge (see also: "The Maiden" [for the history, lore] / "Martha" [for the eulogizing tone] / "Second Spring" [for the craft of bringing nature and emotion together])
"To a Girl Who Knew What Side Her Bread Was Buttered On"
He, through the eyes of the first marauder
saw her, his catch of bright thunder, heaping
tea and bread for her guardian dead
crunching the nut-dry words they said
and, thinking the bones were sleeping.
he broke through the muffled afternoon
calling an end to their ritual's tune
with lightning-like disorder:
'Leave these bones, Love! Come away
from their summer breads with the flavour of hay -
your guards can watch the shards of our catch
warming our bones on some winter's day!'
Like an ocean of straws the old bones rose up
Fearing his threat of a second death;
and he had little time to wonder
at the silence of bright thunder
as, with a smile of pity and stealth,
she buttered fresh scones for her guardian bones
and they trampled him into the earth.
It's my favorite because of the atmosphere of fantasy, the funny play with punctuation and line breaking, and the wonderfully twisted tone provoked by the final two lines. My love for the collection as a whole is inconsistent, but a couple individual pieces put it over the edge (see also: "The Maiden" [for the history, lore] / "Martha" [for the eulogizing tone] / "Second Spring" [for the craft of bringing nature and emotion together])
May 26, 2025
read in its entirety with my friend ornella, we analyzed each one and compared meanings until we found a common one
sometimes it felt like audre lorde was talking to us personally, i love how lesbian heartbreak can take many forms, but essentially its all felt the same and it can unite three completely different women into one
I also cried in public reading it😍
I love it here
sometimes it felt like audre lorde was talking to us personally, i love how lesbian heartbreak can take many forms, but essentially its all felt the same and it can unite three completely different women into one
I also cried in public reading it😍
I love it here
April 17, 2024
New fave collection ♥️
What my child learns of the sea
of the summer thunders
of the riddles that hide in the curve of spring
she will learn in my twilights
and childlike
revise every autumn.
What my child learns of the sea
of the summer thunders
of the riddles that hide in the curve of spring
she will learn in my twilights
and childlike
revise every autumn.
December 17, 2025
Amazing as ever.
I generally prefer Lorde’s essays to her poetry (both are spectacular, but her essays are more accessible and thus more broadly powerful in the world I believe). Some of her poems I felt a little too metaphorical and obscure, couldn’t connect — but some were just so spectacular.
I generally prefer Lorde’s essays to her poetry (both are spectacular, but her essays are more accessible and thus more broadly powerful in the world I believe). Some of her poems I felt a little too metaphorical and obscure, couldn’t connect — but some were just so spectacular.
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January 18, 2026“I wish I could see you again / far from me even / birdlike / flying into the sun / your eyes / blind me Genevieve.”
been in a reading slump ever since i realized i could crochet on the bus 😔 but these were lovely, reading after a heartbreak hit different. every poem is written from a place of necessity.
been in a reading slump ever since i realized i could crochet on the bus 😔 but these were lovely, reading after a heartbreak hit different. every poem is written from a place of necessity.
October 1, 2026
3.5 maybe
I think I definitely need to reread it one day.
I liked some poems very very much. I especially liked the language. But I think I need to reread them to grasp their meaning better.
I think I definitely need to reread it one day.
I liked some poems very very much. I especially liked the language. But I think I need to reread them to grasp their meaning better.
July 23, 2020
Distinctively cryptic, entirely captivating!
February 13, 2024
J'ai adoré "La Licorne Noire" et "Sister Outsider" mais là, je n'ai rien compris : je suis restée en dehors du livre pendant toute ma lecture et je serais bien incapable d'en identifier le sujet. "Charbon est une puissante prise de parole politique par la poésie, afin de repenser les différents rapports d’oppression dans les sociétés occidentales contemporaines", selon la quatrième de couverture (de l'édition française parue en 2023) ; franchement je ne l'ai pas ; la traduction peut-être ? Je suis déçue car j'adore Audre Lorde et la poésie.
August 22, 2025
I feel like this is a poem collection, and you have to read more than once to understand its depth fully. However, even the first time reading it, you can take a lot away from it. Definitely a recommendation!
October 19, 2025
Why did I wait so long to read her?
December 19, 2025
Audre Lorde doesn't write poetry, she writes scripture
January 19, 2026
i hesitate to give it only three stars because in essence it deserves five of them but i feel those are earned with every reread and quote copied
reading Coal will be more beautiful, i imagine, the next time i open this collection
i do think i need a bit of a guideline to reading Lorde’s poems in this collection to get fully appreciate her work - otherwise i am going through them way too quickly to actually absorb anything worthwhile and memorable
once it’s been lived in and feels familiar to me, once i can shut off my rationalization while reading and open up to the rhythm and feel of the text i am sure my rating will go up, even now 3 stars doesn’t feel right… but i can’t truly give it 4 stars yet
(in the same way i just reduced Patti Smith’s Woolgathering to 3 stars, that was originally 4 stars, because it didn’t leave an imprint on me the way i expected it would - perhaps it’s because of the little time spent with the 80 something pages, in both cases)
my favorite poems:
What My Child Learns of the Sea
Story Books on a Kitchen Table
Gemini
Paperweight
Martha
Anniversary
reading Coal will be more beautiful, i imagine, the next time i open this collection
i do think i need a bit of a guideline to reading Lorde’s poems in this collection to get fully appreciate her work - otherwise i am going through them way too quickly to actually absorb anything worthwhile and memorable
once it’s been lived in and feels familiar to me, once i can shut off my rationalization while reading and open up to the rhythm and feel of the text i am sure my rating will go up, even now 3 stars doesn’t feel right… but i can’t truly give it 4 stars yet
(in the same way i just reduced Patti Smith’s Woolgathering to 3 stars, that was originally 4 stars, because it didn’t leave an imprint on me the way i expected it would - perhaps it’s because of the little time spent with the 80 something pages, in both cases)
my favorite poems:
What My Child Learns of the Sea
Story Books on a Kitchen Table
Gemini
Paperweight
Martha
Anniversary
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