“The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.” PeopleBodyMemoriesUnconsciousCollectivesIrrationalRecessConscious And UnconsciousCollective Unconscious Author:Margaret Walker
“My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong.” HandsStrongMemoriesCleanGrandmotherWetRollingMy GrandmotherVeinsClaySoapOnions Book:This Is My Century: New and Collected Poems Source: This Is My Century: New and Collected Poems
