posted by soe 2:09 am
Poet Lucille Clifton died over the weekend. This is one of her poems, which fits well with my recent reading and with an unvanquished spirit:
won’t you celebrate with me?
won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
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