blessing the boats
(at saint mary’s)
may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back
may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that
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We cannot create what we can't imagine.
Lucille CliftonTags: educational
they ask me to remember
but they want me to remember
their memories
and I keep on remembering mine
Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.
Lucille CliftonPeople 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 CliftonI come to comfort the afflicted and to afflict the comfortable.
Lucille Cliftonoh antic God
return to me
my mother in her thirties
leaned across the front porch
the huge pillow of her breasts
pressing against the rail
summoning me in for bed.
I am almost the dead woman’s age times two.
I can barely recall her song
the scent of her hands
though her wild hair scratches my dreams
at night. return to me, oh Lord of then
and now, my mother’s calling,
her young voice humming my name.
so many languages have fallen off the edge of the world
Lucille Cliftona tongue blistered with smiling
Lucille Cliftonwho among us can imagine ourselves unimagined? who among us can speak with so fragile tongue and remain proud?
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