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| Preface | |
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| Once | |
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| Introduction | |
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| African Images, Glimpses from a Tiger's Back | |
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| Love | |
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| Karamojongs | |
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| Once | |
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| Chic Freedom's Reflection | |
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| South: The Name of Home | |
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| Hymn | |
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| The Democratic Order: Such Things in Twenty Years I Understood | |
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| They Who Feel Death | |
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| On being asked to leave a place of honor for one of comfort; preferably in the northern suburbs | |
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| The Enemy | |
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| Compulsory Chapel | |
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| To the Man in the Yellow Terry | |
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| The Kiss | |
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| What Ovid Taught Me | |
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| Mornings / of an impossible love | |
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| So We've Come at Last to Freud | |
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| Johann | |
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| The Smell of Lebanon | |
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| Warning | |
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| The Black Prince | |
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| Medicine | |
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| Ballad of the brown girl | |
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| Suicide | |
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| Excuse | |
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| To die before one wakes must be glad | |
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| Exercises on Themes from Life | |
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| Revolutionary Petunias & Other Poems | |
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| Introduction | |
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| In These Dissenting Times ... Surrounding Ground and Autobiography | |
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| The Old Men Used to Sing | |
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| Winking at a Funeral | |
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| Women | |
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| Three Dollars Cash | |
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| You Had to Go to Funerals | |
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| Uncles | |
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| They Take a Little Nip | |
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| Sunday School, Circa 1950 | |
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| Burial | |
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| For My Sister Molly Who in the Fifties | |
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| Eagle Rock | |
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| Baptism | |
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| J, My Good Friend (another foolish innocent) | |
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| View from Rosehill Cemetery: Vicksburg | |
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| Revolutionary Petunias ... The Living Through | |
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| Revolutionary Petunias | |
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| Expect Nothing | |
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| Be Nobody's Darling | |
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| Reassurance | |
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| Nothing Is Right | |
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| Crucifixions | |
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| Black Mail | |
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| Lonely Particular | |
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| Perfection | |
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| The Girl Who Died #1 | |
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| Ending | |
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| Lost My Voice? Of Course | |
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| The Girl Who Died #2 | |
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| The Old Warrior Terror | |
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| Judge Every One with Perfect Calm | |
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| The QPP | |
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| He Said Come | |
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| Mysteries ... The Living Beyond | |
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| Mysteries | |
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| Gift | |
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| Clutter-up People | |
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| Thief | |
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| Will | |
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| Rage | |
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| Storm | |
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| What the Finger Writes | |
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| Forbidden Things | |
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| No Fixed Place | |
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| New Face | |
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| The Nature of This Flower Is to Bloom | |
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| While Love Is Unfashionable | |
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| Beyond What | |
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| The Nature of This Flower Is to Bloom | |
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| Good Night, Willie Lee, I'll See You in the Morning | |
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| Introduction | |
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| Confession | |
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| Did This Happen to Your Mother? Did Your Sister Throw Up a Lot? | |
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| More Love to His Life | |
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| Gift | |
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| Never Offer Your Heart to Someone Who Eats Hearts | |
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| Threatened | |
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| My Husband Says | |
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| Confession | |
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| The Instant of Our Parting | |
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| He Said | |
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| The Last Time | |
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| After the Shrink | |
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| At First | |
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| On Stripping Bark from Myself ... | |
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| Janie Crawford | |
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| Moody | |
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| Now That the Book Is Finished | |
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| Having Eaten Two Pillows | |
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| Light baggage | |
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| On Stripping Bark from Myself | |
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| Early Losses: a Requiem | |
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| Early Losses: a Requiem | |
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| In Uganda an Early King | |
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| Forgive Me If My Praises | |
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| The Abduction of Saints | |
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| Malcolm | |
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| Facing the Way | |
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| (In answer to your silly question) | |
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| Streaking (a phenomenon following the sixties) | |
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| "'Women of Color' Have Rarely Had The Opportunity to Write About Their Love Affairs" | |
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| Facing the way | |
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| Talking to my grandmother who died poor (while hearing Richard Nixon declare "I am not a crook.") | |
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| January 10, 1973 | |
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| Forgiveness | |
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| Your Soul Shines | |
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| Forgiveness | |
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| Even as I hold you | |
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| "Good Night, Willie Lee, I'll See You in the Morning" | |
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| Horses Make a Landscape Look More Beautiful | |
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| Introduction | |
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| Remember? | |
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| These Mornings of Rain | |
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| First, They Said | |
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| Listen | |
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| S M | |
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| The Diamonds on Liz's Bosom | |
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| We Alone | |
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| Attentiveness | |
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| 1971 | |
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| Every Morning | |
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| How Poems Are Made: A Discredited View | |
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| Mississippi Winter I | |
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| Mississippi Winter II | |
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| Mississippi Winter III | |
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| Mississippi Winter IV | |
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| Love is not concerned | |
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| She said | |
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| Walker | |
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| Killers | |
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| Songless | |
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| A Few Sirens | |
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| Poem at Thirty-nine | |
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| I Said to Poetry | |
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| Gray | |
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| Overnights | |
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| My Daughter Is Coming! | |
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| When Golda Meir Was in Africa | |
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| If "Those People" Like You | |
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| On Sight | |
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| I'm Really Very Fond | |
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| Representing the Universe | |
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| Family of | |
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| Each One, Pull One | |
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| Who? | |
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| Without Commercials | |
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| No One Can Watch the Wasichu | |
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| The Thing Itself | |
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| Torture | |
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| Well | |
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| Song | |
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| These Days | |
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| We Have a Beautiful Mother: Previously Uncollected Poems | |
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| My Heart Has Reopened to You | |
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| Some Things I Like about My Triple Bloods | |
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| Telling | |
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| Pagan | |
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| Natural Star | |
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| If There Was Any Justice | |
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| Beast | |
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| Ndebele | |
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| We Have a Map of the World | |
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| The Right to Life | |
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| Armah | |
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| The Awakening | |
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| A woman is not a potted plant | |
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| Winnie Mandela We Love You | |
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| We Have a Beautiful Mother | |
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| Once, Again | |