Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Lucille Clifton

Lucille Clifton died this past weekend.
Her poetry —is illuminated with her spirit. Each word , simple yet haunting and musical reaches out and touches the reader.

Lucille Clifton poems

Years ago I attended a writer's conference in upstate New York where Lucille Clifton was the invited poet. Instead of a formal presentation, twenty-five women sat around in a circle and listened to her speak about poetry and the making of a poem.

People wish to be poets more than they wish to write poetry, and that's a mistake. One should wish to celebrate more than one wishes to be celebrated.— Lucille Clifton

Then she went outside and sat on the porch. About six of us followed her outside— we all talked. I don't recall speaking about writing, but we did speak about living, about caring, and about her experience as a black woman. Her words turned the porch into a holy space.

Gwendolyn Brooks said, "Lucille Clifton is warmwisewoman . (It is necessary to close those three words into one!) Her talent is inclusive..

A New York Times article—"Lucille Clifton, Poet Who Explored Intricacies of Black Lives, Dies at 73"

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