I love alice walker. I love her novels, which read like poems. In fact, before I knew she was a poet, I knew she was a poet.
And I love this volume of her poetry. The title poem is a stunning piece of environmental consciousness coupled with simple, but powerful, images of the earth as a body/the body as the earth. Her sensibility oozes out of these words, even more than in her novels.
It's reprinted on my blog here