Poetry Month: Day Twenty-Three

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.

sorrows

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

envying our crackling hair
our spice filled flesh

they have heard me beseeching
as I whispered into my own

cupped hands       enough not me again
enough       but who can distinguish

one human voice   
amid such choruses of desire

-Lucille Clifton

2 thoughts on “Poetry Month: Day Twenty-Three

  1. “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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