In her memoir Bone Black: Memories of Girlhood, bell hooks…
—after Larry Levis
Autumn is a glum raisin,
plumped with sweet wine,
stirred into a spiced batter.
As the cake bakes, scents rising,
I think of the woman who taught me to make it,
of everything I learned from all the old women:
How to seed zinnias and play canasta,
make artichoke relish and ambrosia,
tie French knots, polish the silver,
the hemming and pressing of skirts.