About the Title

"The Roots of Life" comes from a line by the most famous Senegalese poet, Léopold Senghor. This isn't my favorite poem of his (check out "New York"), but I absolutely love the ending. Enough to name my blog after it :)


Black Woman

Naked woman, black woman
Dressed in your color that is life, in your form that is
            beauty!
I grew up in your shadow. The softness of your hands
Shielded my eyes, and now at the height of Summer and
            Noon,
From the crest of the charred hilltop I discover you, Promised
            Land
And your beauty strikes my heart like an eagle’s lightning
            flash.

Naked woman, dark woman
Ripe fruit with firm flesh, dark raptures of black wine,
Mouth that gives music to the mouth
Savanna of clear horizons, savanna quivering to the fervent
            caress
Of the East Wind, sculptured tom-tom, stretched drumskin
Moaning under the hands of the conqueror
Your deep contralto voice is the spiritual song of the
            Beloved.

Naked woman, dark woman
Oil no breeze can ripple, oil soothing the thighs
Of athletes and the thighs of the princes of Mali
Gazelle with celestial limbs, pearls are stars
Upon the night of your skin. Delight of the mind’s riddle,
The reflection of red gold from your shimmering skin
In the shade of your hair, my despair
Lightens in the close suns of your eyes.

Naked woman, black woman
I sing your passing beauty and fix it for all Eternity
before jealous Fate reduces you to ashes to nourish the roots
            of life.