![]() ![]() ![]() Ultimately these become ornamental instruments for keeping the poems inaccessible, as in ""Dahomey"": ""It was in Abomey that I felt/ the full blood of my father's wars/ and where I found my mother/ Seboulisia/ standing with outstretched palms hip high."" The language often verges on the incantatory, but misses its mark through flatness and a subject either incomprehensible or dull. The poems offer little in the way of an emotional center but rely, rather, on references to obscure African rituals, places, and objects. In her seventh book, Audre Lorde attempts a symbolic picture of black womanhood an effort which fails completely. ![]()
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