It's a wondrous little poem. It's linked to:
SORROWS
by Lucille Clifton
who would believe them winged
who would believe they could be
beautiful who would believe
they could fall so in love with mortals
that they would attach themselves
as scars attach and ride the skin
sometimes we hear them in our dreams
rattling their skulls clicking
their bony fingers
they have heard me beseeching
as i whispered into my own
cupped hands enough not me again
but who can distinguish
one human voice
amid such choruses
of desire
6 comments:
This is a Lucille Clifton that I don't think I've seen before. It's not in the only book I have of hers (at least not that I could find...)
Powerful!! And as always, you matched the perfect picture with the poem.
A wonderful poem, Quid. I have this one book-marked. I love the photo you posted with it, too. A perfect marriage of words and photo. Blessings!!
Wow. Thanks for introducing me to Lucille Clifton. The picture really adds meaning to the poem, or maybe clarifies it for me. Thanks again.
I'm a huge fan of Lucille Clifton, and I'm glad I got to revisit this poem here. The picture you chose goes well with this poem!
Wow, oh Wow! A powerful Clifton! Grabs me hard; leaves me breathless.
Quid,
Lucille Clifton's poem struck
a deep chord with me too.
It's so powerful and concise!
Raven
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