Winne Mandela posted by Alice Walker on alicewalkersgarden.com

The name “Lucy,” which appears in the following poem, was given by paleoanthropologists to the fossilized skeleton of the most ancient, recognizably human being ever found.  A woman who lived on the African continent some three million years ago.


by Alice Walker

Winnie Mandela
We love you.

If we had known you
In a time of peace
We would… Continue reading

The Long Road Home

©2016 by Alice Walker

I am beginning to comprehend
the mystery
of the gift of suffering.
It is true as some
have said
that it is a crucible
in which the gold of one’s spirit
is rendered
and shines.
you represent all of us
who stand the test of suffering
most often alone
because who can understand
who or… Continue reading

Alice Walkers poem Loadstar image of white feather against black background


©2015 by Alice Walker

Here is what I believe
Will be the hardest thing
To do:
To remember
That we have
A soul.
It is so quiet
The soul
And weighs
Almost nothing.
It might flash
Our dullest days
Only once or twice
In a lifetime.
That it is there:
Just the certainty
Of knowing
Must be
Our lodestar.


He… Continue reading


A small prayer circle forms nearby where police are responding to a shooting at the Emanuel AME Church in Charleston

photo by AP/David Goldman or Reuters/Randall Hill (!)


©2015 by Alice Walker

I myself do not believe

In political parties
Comprised, generally, in my experience, of so
Many who
Are not awake.  Still, all options must be
Presented by those who care.

An unbalanced wakefulness

Can be as treasonous
As blind sleep.… Continue reading

The Energy Of The Wave

For the people of Africa
(facing armored tanks and other weapons they did not make)

©2015 by Alice Walker

As a child I sensed
But did not
The power
Of prayer.
It was my innocence
Of the depths
That kept me unaware.
How could the passion of the heart
Sent flying toward others
Through humble words
Change anything?
Or,… Continue reading

revolutionary petunias book cover
These poems are about revolutionaries and lovers-about how, both in revolution and in love, loss of trust and compassion robs us of hope. They are also about (and for) those few embattled souls who remain painfully committed to beauty and to love even while facing the firing squad. “Quick, direct, witty, pungent”

DeWitt Beall, Chicago Daily News
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This first volume of poetry established Alice Walker as a poet of unusual sensitivity and power.  All of these poems were written either in East Africa, where Walker spent the summer of 1965, or during her senior year at Sarah Lawrence College.  The collection is remarkably mature and varied: the opening group of graceful, witty poems remains an enduring “snapshot” of Africa viewed… Continue reading