November 13, 2007

Out-of-Town Poetry: Lucille Clifton

Posted in Poetry at 9:00 am by The Lizard Queen

seeker of visions

what does this mean
to see walking men
wrapped in the color of death,
to hear from their tongue
such difficult syllables?
are they the spirits
of our hope
or the pale ghosts of our future?
who will believe the red road
will not run on forever?
who will believe
a tribe of ice might live
and we might not?

columbus day ’91

—Lucille Clifton

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