Poem: Lucille Clifton, “There is a girl inside”

There is a girl inside
By Lucille Clifton

There is a girl inside.
She is randy as a wolf.
She will not walk away and leave these bones
to an old woman.

She is a green tree in a forest of kindling.
She is a green girl in a used poet.

She has waited patient as a nun
for the second coming,
when she can break through gray hairs
into blossom

and her lovers will harvest
honey and thyme
and the woods will be wild
with the damn wonder of it.

3 thoughts on “Poem: Lucille Clifton, “There is a girl inside”

  1. BJR,

    Thanks for posting this. Ms. Clifton reminds me of the importance of poetry. Sometimes I get lost in the prizes and fellowships and awards – but I think about Ms. Clifton, and think about the impact that she had on real people. Most people I know don’t have fifty people who will care when they walk away from this earth. Ms. Clifton was blessed and blessed us, and she leaves with legions of folks sad to see her go, but happy to have had her words, her presence and her gift with us for a time.

  2. Hi Dwayne, yes absolutely, re: the importance of poetry, its real impact on real people, in poets like Ms. Clifton having told us real human stories. So that’s related to your last comments about poetry being about our lives, and not this thing that makes us feel alienated from language and art.

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