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From new book of poems, Spring 2013
THE WORLD WILL FOLLOW JOY: Turning Madness Into Flowers

 

photo of a gecko

Going out to the garden
©2012 by Alice Walker

Going out to the garden
this morning
to plant seeds
for my winter greens
-the strong, fiery mustard
& the milder
broadleaf turnip-
I saw a gecko
who
like the rest of us
has been
reeling
from the heat.… Continue reading

Desire
©2011 by Alice Walker

My desire
is always the same; wherever Life
deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects
& dust.
I want to grow
something.
It seems impossible that desire
can sometimes transform into devotion;
but this has… Continue reading

Bicycle dress guard by Simeli Ananda

What Do I Get For Getting Old?

A Picture Story
For The Curious
©2011 by Alice Walker

(You supply the pictures.)

I get to meditate
in a chair
Or against the wall
with my legs
stretched out: 
(or even in bed!)

I get to see
maybe half
of what I’m looking at. 
(This changes everything!)

I get… Continue reading

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Christ.  Compassionate  artist unknown

“Blessed are the poor in spirit (for theirs is the kingdom of heaven).”

©2011 by Alice Walker

Did you ever understand this?
If my spirit was poor, how could I enter heaven?
Was I depressed?
Understanding editing,
I see how a comma, removed or inserted
with careful plan,
can change everything.
I was reminded of this… Continue reading

Photo by Laura Balandran 2008

Photo by Laura Balandran 2008

©2011 by Alice Walker

The tree of life
has fallen on my small house.
I thought it was so much bigger!
But it is not.
There in the distance I see the mountains
still.
The view of vast water stretching before me
is superb.
My boat is grand and I still command the captain
of it; not having learned myself… Continue reading

To change the world enough
you must cease to be afraid
of the poor.
We experience your fear as the least pardonable of
humiliations; in the past
it has sent us scurrying off
daunted and ashamed
into the shadows.
Now,
the world ending
the only one all of us have known
we seek the same
fresh light
you do:
the same high place
and ample… Continue reading

Our Martyrs

©2011 by Alice Walker

When the people
have won a victory
whether small
or large
do you ever wonder
at that moment
where the martyrs
might be?
They who sacrificed
themselves
to bring to life
something unknown
though nonetheless more precious
than their blood.
I like to think of them
hovering over us
wherever we have gathered
to weep and to rejoice;
smiling… Continue reading

When you see water
©2011 by Alice Walker

When you see water in a stream
you say: oh, this is stream
water;
When you see water in the river
you say: oh, this is water
of the river;
When you see ocean
water
you say: This is the ocean’s
water!
But actually water is always
only itself
and does not belong
to any of these… Continue reading



Word reaches us

that you are sleeping, sleeping.

Dismayed

we have turned to the sea.

We encounter among others

walking there

a sense of what we have lost:

the broad expanse of humanity’s

sensitivity to the oneness of itself.

Gabrielle,

while you sleep, resting your nimble

brain, we think of walking with you

in the valley

of the shadow of death; holding

you up.

We… Continue reading

 A Merry Christmas Day poem about trees for Bradley Manning

Torture
© 1986/2010 by Alice Walker

When they torture your mother
plant a tree
When they torture your father
plant a tree
When they torture your brother
and your sister
plant a tree
When they assassinate
your leaders
and lovers
plant a tree
Whey they torture you
too bad
to talk
plant a tree.… Continue reading

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