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sorrows

who would believe them winged

who would believe they could be


beautiful who would believe

they could fall so in love with mortals


that they would attach themselves

as scars attach and ride the skin



sometimes we hear them in our dreams

rattling their skulls clicking their bony fingers


envying our crackling hair

our spice filled flesh



they have heard me beseeching

as I whispered into my own


cupped hands enough not me again

enough but who can distinguish


one human voice   

amid such choruses of desire

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Lucille

Lucille Clifton (June 27, 1936 – February 13, 2010)[1] was an American poet, writer, and educator from Buffalo, New York. From 1979 to 1985 she …

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