Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Two Lucille Clifton poems

Two of my favorite Lucille Clifton poems—i sat at her feet (well on the edge of the stage—with Maya Angelou for National Poetry Week) at she read them, I must dig up the photos. RIP Lucille!

“homage to my hips,”


these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!






“wishes for sons”

i wish them cramps.

i wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
i wish them no 7-11.
i wish them one week early
and wearing a white skirt.
i wish them one week late.


 
 

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