By Lucille Clifton 1936–2010 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

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

Source: Poetry (September 2007).


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Poet Lucille Clifton 1936–2010

Subjects Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Mythology & Folklore, Heroes & Patriotism

Poetic Terms Imagery, Metaphor, Refrain