Here's how I read Good Night Willie Lee. I inhaled a poem, held my breath to ponder the collection of words within it, and exhaled my understanding of the connection to life. One poem at a time. Like rhythmic yoga breaths; like steady waves upon the shore, I took my time with each one of them. Each poem deserved to be fully digested as such. For when you read Walker's poetry you get the sense she died a little with each offering. A small offering of her soul mixed with the words. ( )

A beautiful volume that needs no fine words from me. Strong and passionate and unashamedly woman. ( )