A memorial issue of the Swiss magazine Fabrikzeitung pays tribute to her poetry.
She who she whose face we have never seen she whose body is a door to the world she whose black thighs gleam w/ oil w/ fat & oil she whose laughter is the earthquake she whose inhalation is the end of time who can compass her round w/ his arms? who can penetrate to the depth of her desire? stars are the seed pearls she sets on her flesh they are the milk of her breasts & the juice of her love her orgasm shakes the dark worlds to their depths the lord of the dead stirs uneasy on his throne he is one of the teeth in her mouth her daughters stream w/ flaming hair from the portals of hell they are the goddesses we can name, we name them Nut we name them Kali & Olokun, Omphale & Mara it is at their hands that the gods of men receive power. — Diane di Prima