Because I keep running into her Collected Poems and regretting every time I don’t buy it. When that birthday comes, this is at the top of the list.
sometimes we hear them in our dreams
rattling their skulls clicking their bony fingers
Because I keep running into her Collected Poems and regretting every time I don’t buy it. When that birthday comes, this is at the top of the list.
sometimes we hear them in our dreams
rattling their skulls clicking their bony fingers
“who would believe they could be / beautiful”
I have been surprised by how sweet sorrow can be.
I had never heard of Lucille Clifton before (because I’m still a poetry dunce), but I love this poem. I shall write her name on a post-it note and go looking for more of her poems when night falls (which is when I most want to read poetry, for some reason).
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You’re not a dunce in anything, but I do think you’ll like her because she is an ultimate sass master.
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