Friday, November 03, 2017

Poetry is the gift that keeps on giving...

... and Lucille Clifton is one of my favorite poets.

Happy Friday, y'all.

won’t you celebrate with me
Lucille Clifton, 1936 - 2010

won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.


dinthebeast said...

"something has tried to kill me
and has failed."

Sort of a sad metaphor for the Trump administration so far...

-Doug in Oakland

Anonymous said...

Thanks! I appreciate the imagery!

kirk wilson said...


DesertRose said...

Amazing poem. I always manage to misplace Lucille Clifton in my memory, which is generally a bad thing, but it also means that I get to rediscover her awesomeness when I'm reminded.


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