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Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990 Complete
480
by Alice Walker
Alice Walker
Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990 Complete
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by Alice Walker
Alice Walker
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Overview
Walker’s complete poems, including new and previously unpublished verse, collected for the first time-with author’s notes that provide historical perspective on spiritual and political issues of the last three decades.
This title has been selected as a Common Core Text Exemplar (Grades 9-10, Poetry)
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780156028615 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | HarperCollins |
| Publication date: | 05/17/2004 |
| Edition description: | First Edition |
| Pages: | 480 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x (d) |
About the Author
ALICE WALKER is an internationally celebrated writer, poet, and activist whose books include seven novels, four collections of short stories, four children’s books, and volumes of essays and poetry. She won the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction in 1983 and the National Book Award.
Hometown:
Mendocino, CaliforniaDate of Birth:
February 9, 1944Place of Birth:
Eatonton, GeorgiaEducation:
B.A., Sarah Lawrence College, 1965; attended Spelman College, 1961-63Table of Contents
| Preface | xv | |
| Once | 1 | |
| Introduction | 3 | |
| African Images, Glimpses from a Tiger's Back | 7 | |
| Love | 53 | |
| Karamojongs | 63 | |
| Once | 72 | |
| Chic Freedom's Reflection | 96 | |
| South: The Name of Home | 99 | |
| Hymn | 103 | |
| The Democratic Order: Such Things in Twenty Years I Understood | 106 | |
| They Who Feel Death | 107 | |
| On being asked to leave a place of honor for one of comfort; preferably in the northern suburbs | 108 | |
| The Enemy | 109 | |
| Compulsory Chapel | 110 | |
| To the Man in the Yellow Terry | 112 | |
| The Kiss | 115 | |
| What Ovid Taught Me | 116 | |
| Mornings / of an impossible love | 118 | |
| So We've Come at Last to Freud | 124 | |
| Johann | 126 | |
| The Smell of Lebanon | 129 | |
| Warning | 131 | |
| The Black Prince | 132 | |
| Medicine | 133 | |
| Ballad of the brown girl | 135 | |
| Suicide | 137 | |
| Excuse | 138 | |
| To die before one wakes must be glad | 139 | |
| Exercises on Themes from Life | 142 | |
| Revolutionary Petunias & Other Poems | 151 | |
| Introduction | 153 | |
| In These Dissenting Times ... Surrounding Ground and Autobiography | 155 | |
| i. | The Old Men Used to Sing | 157 |
| ii. | Winking at a Funeral | 158 |
| iii. | Women | 159 |
| iv. | Three Dollars Cash | 161 |
| v. | You Had to Go to Funerals | 162 |
| vi. | Uncles | 164 |
| vii. | They Take a Little Nip | 166 |
| viii. | Sunday School, Circa 1950 | 168 |
| Burial | 169 | |
| For My Sister Molly Who in the Fifties | 175 | |
| Eagle Rock | 180 | |
| Baptism | 183 | |
| J, My Good Friend (another foolish innocent) | 184 | |
| View from Rosehill Cemetery: Vicksburg | 185 | |
| Revolutionary Petunias ... The Living Through | 188 | |
| Revolutionary Petunias | 189 | |
| Expect Nothing | 191 | |
| Be Nobody's Darling | 193 | |
| Reassurance | 195 | |
| Nothing Is Right | 198 | |
| Crucifixions | 199 | |
| Black Mail | 200 | |
| Lonely Particular | 202 | |
| Perfection | 204 | |
| The Girl Who Died #1 | 205 | |
| Ending | 206 | |
| Lost My Voice? Of Course | 207 | |
| The Girl Who Died #2 | 208 | |
| The Old Warrior Terror | 210 | |
| Judge Every One with Perfect Calm | 211 | |
| The QPP | 212 | |
| He Said Come | 213 | |
| Mysteries ... The Living Beyond | 214 | |
| Mysteries | 216 | |
| Gift | 221 | |
| Clutter-up People | 222 | |
| Thief | 224 | |
| Will | 225 | |
| Rage | 226 | |
| Storm | 227 | |
| What the Finger Writes | 228 | |
| Forbidden Things | 229 | |
| No Fixed Place | 230 | |
| New Face | 231 | |
| The Nature of This Flower Is to Bloom | 232 | |
| While Love Is Unfashionable | 233 | |
| Beyond What | 234 | |
| The Nature of This Flower Is to Bloom | 235 | |
| Good Night, Willie Lee, I'll See You in the Morning | 237 | |
| Introduction | 239 | |
| Confession | 243 | |
| Did This Happen to Your Mother? Did Your Sister Throw Up a Lot? | 244 | |
| More Love to His Life | 247 | |
| Gift | 249 | |
| Never Offer Your Heart to Someone Who Eats Hearts | 251 | |
| Threatened | 253 | |
| My Husband Says | 255 | |
| Confession | 257 | |
| The Instant of Our Parting | 258 | |
| He Said | 259 | |
| The Last Time | 260 | |
| After the Shrink | 261 | |
| At First | 262 | |
| On Stripping Bark from Myself ... | 263 | |
| Janie Crawford | 264 | |
| Moody | 265 | |
| Now That the Book Is Finished | 266 | |
| Having Eaten Two Pillows | 267 | |
| Light baggage | 268 | |
| On Stripping Bark from Myself | 270 | |
| Early Losses: a Requiem | 272 | |
| Early Losses: a Requiem | 273 | |
| In Uganda an Early King | 281 | |
| Forgive Me If My Praises | 283 | |
| The Abduction of Saints | 288 | |
| Malcolm | 291 | |
| Facing the Way | 292 | |
| (In answer to your silly question) | 293 | |
| Streaking (a phenomenon following the sixties) | 294 | |
| "'Women of Color' Have Rarely Had The Opportunity to Write About Their Love Affairs" | 295 | |
| Facing the way | 298 | |
| Talking to my grandmother who died poor (while hearing Richard Nixon declare "I am not a crook.") | 300 | |
| January 10, 1973 | 302 | |
| Forgiveness | 303 | |
| Your Soul Shines | 304 | |
| Forgiveness | 305 | |
| Even as I hold you | 306 | |
| "Good Night, Willie Lee, I'll See You in the Morning" | 307 | |
| Horses Make a Landscape Look More Beautiful | 309 | |
| Introduction | 311 | |
| Remember? | 317 | |
| These Mornings of Rain | 319 | |
| First, They Said | 322 | |
| Listen | 324 | |
| S M | 326 | |
| The Diamonds on Liz's Bosom | 328 | |
| We Alone | 329 | |
| Attentiveness | 330 | |
| 1971 | 331 | |
| Every Morning | 333 | |
| How Poems Are Made: A Discredited View | 335 | |
| Mississippi Winter I | 337 | |
| Mississippi Winter II | 338 | |
| Mississippi Winter III | 339 | |
| Mississippi Winter IV | 340 | |
| Love is not concerned | 341 | |
| She said | 342 | |
| Walker | 343 | |
| Killers | 344 | |
| Songless | 345 | |
| A Few Sirens | 348 | |
| Poem at Thirty-nine | 351 | |
| I Said to Poetry | 353 | |
| Gray | 356 | |
| Overnights | 358 | |
| My Daughter Is Coming! | 360 | |
| When Golda Meir Was in Africa | 362 | |
| If "Those People" Like You | 364 | |
| On Sight | 366 | |
| I'm Really Very Fond | 368 | |
| Representing the Universe | 369 | |
| Family of | 371 | |
| Each One, Pull One | 374 | |
| Who? | 378 | |
| Without Commercials | 379 | |
| No One Can Watch the Wasichu | 384 | |
| The Thing Itself | 387 | |
| Torture | 389 | |
| Well | 390 | |
| Song | 394 | |
| These Days | 396 | |
| We Have a Beautiful Mother: Previously Uncollected Poems | 407 | |
| My Heart Has Reopened to You | 411 | |
| Some Things I Like about My Triple Bloods | 416 | |
| Telling | 418 | |
| Pagan | 420 | |
| Natural Star | 422 | |
| If There Was Any Justice | 424 | |
| Beast | 430 | |
| Ndebele | 432 | |
| We Have a Map of the World | 436 | |
| The Right to Life | 442 | |
| Armah | 449 | |
| The Awakening | 452 | |
| A woman is not a potted plant | 454 | |
| Winnie Mandela We Love You | 456 | |
| We Have a Beautiful Mother | 459 | |
| Once, Again | 461 |
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