Sunday, February 14, 2010

Remembering poet Lucille Clifton

Lucille Clifton died yesterday at age 73. Missing her already. More soon but until then, this poem.

There is a girl inside

There is a girl inside.
She is randy as a wolf.
She will not walk away and leave these bones
to an old woman.

She is a green tree in a forest of kindling.
She is a greeen girl in a used poet.

She has waited patient as a nun
for the second coming,
when she can break through gray hairs
into blossom

and her lovers will harvest
honey and thyme
and the woods will be wild
with the damn wonder of it.

– Lucille Clifton



Ladyludwig said...

Oh no....
I will never forget Lucille's words to me that summer at Squaw: "It's okay to be uncertain," she said. "We must strive to be brave." You know, she lived less than 2 miles away from where I grew up in Columbia, Maryland. I will miss her terribly.

Robbi said...

Wonderful poem. Thank you for posting it.

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