Ana Sampson has collected a full compilation of extraordinary works in this book which celebrates the understated, the famous and all other female poets in this book She is Fierce. It explores areas of home, nature, love, race, sexism, protest and retaliation, the woman's body, hope and the end of life all through the woman's voice and written ink. From the homeland of a person be it the physical home, a person, a place or what leads one to finally be at a place of peace to call home to the many hurdles a woman must endure to the end of life, this book has it all. This book is one of the most evocative and empowering poetry books I have ever read. A collection of amazing pieces which date back hundreds of years but are so relevant now and will be for decades to come. The title speaks for itself before even opening to the first poem to experience the prowess of women. She has included pieces which challenge many norms and ideologies - women to be the white skinny fit into the little black dress kind or to belong to males and be the housekeeper, for those of white and essentially black skin colours to be separated and so on. It also delves into topics of war and the lost boys of the battles that have past, migration, the digital world of social media, parenting, the quest for love and the immaturity innocence and memories of schooling. There's something in this book for everyone. I know there was plenty in it for me and I devoured it in one sitting.
Favourite quotes:
"The spirits of children are remote and wise. They must go free like fishes in the sea or starlings in the skies. Whilst you remain the shore where casually they come again."
"We hear the bells sometimes for years, the squeal and crack of chalk on the crack."
"Migration drove me down this bumpy road. Where I fell and smelt the soil, where I arose and sensed the cloud. Now I am a bird, flying in the breeze, lost over the alien earth. My heart is displaced, struggling to find its place."
"In the morning absentmindedly dreaming of old loves and reading poetry until it hurts."
"I tap tap my red shoes to find I am already home."
"Darling, I will track your flight till it is a dot."
"They were narrow, beautiful. We laced them with finesse. At lunch hours pretended we were skaters. Foreign mystical enchantresses."
"They buttoned me into dresses with pink flowers. I have been invisible, weird and supernatural. I want my black dress I want my hair curling wild around me. I want my broomstick. I am with my sisters. Watch for us against the moon. We are screaming, we are flying we are laughing and won't stop."
"walking the playground, our arms linked and unbreakable."
"I would gulp down this blooming ocean for a taste of your skin."
"But as she fills his dream."
"They too may have futures."
"Phenomenonally, phenomenon woman, that's me."
"These hips have never been enslaved they go where they want to go."
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. And sings the tune without the words and never stops at all."
"Legs how we have suffered never meeting the standards of magazines and measurements and the male gaze."
"Ain't I a woman."
"She sorts the drawer forks to the left and knives to the right but people aren't knives or forks. Their bones are full of stardust their hearts full of songs and the sorting on the bus is just plain wrong. She's said goodbye to the back of the bus."
"Mum placed a hopeful bow on my head like a butterfly taking flight."
"Just like moons and suns and with the certainness of tides, just like hopes springing high, still I rise."
"We are all just stars that have people names."
"I'd like to hand them back to their mothers."
"Remember me when I am gone away gone far away into the silent land."