Come celebrate with me that every day something has tried to kill me and has failed. — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
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… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
wishes for sons by Lucille Clifton i wish them cramps. i wish them a strange town and the last tampon. I wish them no… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
“these hips are big hips. they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little petty places.” — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking. — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
In the bigger scheme of things the universe is not asking us to do something, the universe is asking us to be something. And… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
If i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
To be a good poet, you must care more about the writing, than the writer. — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
“i am rejuvenated bones rising from the dear floor where they found you” — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
All people, even one's own children, come with baggage. When they're little, you have to help them carry it. But when they grow up,… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share
