Biography of Lucille Clifton
an American writer and educator from Buffalo, New York. From 1979–1985 she was Poet Laureate of Maryland. Common topics in her poetry include the celebration of her African American heritage, and feminist themes, with particular emphasis on the female body.
Life and career
Lucille Clifton (born Thelma Lucille Sayles) grew up in Buffalo, New York, and graduated from Fosdick-Masten Park High School in 1953. She went on to study on a scholarship at Howard University from 1953 to 1955, and after leaving over poor grades, studied at the State University of New York at Fredonia (near Buffalo).
In 1958, she married Fred James Clifton, a professor of Philosophy at the University of Buffalo, and a sculptor whose carvings depicted African faces. Lucille worked as a claims clerk in the New York State Division of Employment, Buffalo (1958–1960), and as literature assistant in the Office of Education in Washington, D.C. (1960–1971). Writer Ishmael Reed, introduced Mrs. Clifton to her husband Fred, while he was organizing The Buffalo Community Drama Workshop. Fred and Lucille Clifton starred in the group's version of "The Glass Menagerie" which was called "Poetic and Sensitive" by The Buffalo Evening News.
In 1966, Reed took Mrs. Clifton's poetry to Langston Hughes, who included them in his anthology "The Poetry Of The Negro." In 1967, they moved to Baltimore, Maryland. Her first poetry collection Good Times was published in 1969, and listed by The New York Times as one of the year's 10 best books. From 1971 to 1974, Lucille Clifton was poet-in-residence at Coppin State College in Baltimore. From 1979 to 1985, she was Poet Laureate of the state of Maryland. From 1982 to 1983 she was visiting writer at Columbia University School of the Arts and at George Washington University. In 1984, her husband died of cancer.
From 1985 to 1989, Clifton was a professor of literature and creative writing at the University of California, Santa Cruz. She was Distinguished Professor of Humanities at St. Mary's College of Maryland. From 1995 to 1999, she was Visiting Professor at Columbia University. In 2006, she was a fellow at Dartmouth College.
Lucille Clifton traced her family's roots to the West African Kingdom of Dahomey, now the Republic of Benin. Growing up she was told by her mother, "Be proud, you're from Dahomey women!" She cites as one of her ancestors the first black woman to be "legally hanged" for manslaughter in the state of Kentucky during the time of Slavery in the United States. Girls in her family are born with an extra finger on each hand, a genetic trait known as polydactyly. Lucille's two extra fingers were amputated surgically when she was a small child, a common practice at that time for reasons of superstition and social stigma. Her "two ghost fingers" and their activities became a theme in her poetry and other writings. Health problems in her later years included painful gout which gave her some difficulty in walking.
Her series of children's books about a young black boy began with 1970's Some of the Days of Everett Anderson. Everett Anderson, a recurring character in many of her books, spoke in authentic African-American dialect and dealt with real life social problems. Her work features in anthologies such as My Black Me: A Beginning Book of Black Poetry (Ed. Arnold Adoff), A Poem of Her Own: Voices of American Women Yesterday and Today (Ed. Catherine Clinton), Black Stars: African American Women Writers (Ed. Brenda Scott Wilkinson) and Bedrock: Writers on the Wonders of Geology (Ed. Lauret E. Savoy, Eldridge M. Moores, and Judith E. Moores (Trinity University Press). Studies about her life and writings include Wild Blessings: The Poetry of Lucille Clifton (LSU Press, 2004) by Hilary Holladay and Lucille Clifton: Her Life and Letters (Praeger, 2006) by Mary Jane Lupton.
She received a Creative Writing Fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts in 1970 and 1973, and a grant from the Academy of American Poets. She has received the Charity Randall prize, the Jerome J. Shestack Prize from the American Poetry Review, and an Emmy Award. Her children's book, Everett Anderson’s Good-bye, won the 1984 Coretta Scott King Award. In 1988, she became the first author to have two books of poetry chosen as finalists for the Pulitzer Prize. For 1991/1992, she was awarded the Shelley Memorial Award. She received the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry in 1996. Her volume, Blessing the Boats: New and Collected Poems 1988–2000 won the National Book Award for Poetry in 2000. From 1999 to 2005, she served on the Board of Chancellors of the Academy of American Poets. In 2007, Clifton won the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize; the $100,000 prize honors a living U.S. poet whose "lifetime accomplishments warrant extraordinary recognition." Clifton is set to receive the Robert Frost Medal for lifetime achievement posthumously, from the Poetry Society of America.
Lucille Clifton's Works:
Good Times New York: Random House, 1969
Good News About the Earth New York: Random House, 1972
An Ordinary Woman New York: Random House, 1974)
Two-Headed Woman University of Massachusetts Press, Amherst, 1980
Good Woman: Poems and a Memoir: 1969–1980 Brockport: BOA Editions, 1987
Next: New Poems Brockport: BOA Editions, Ltd., 1987
Ten Oxherding Pictures Santa Cruz: Moving Parts Press, 1988
Quilting: Poems 1987–1990 Brockport: BOA Editions, Ltd., 1991
The Book of Light Port Townsend: Copper Canyon Press, 1993
The Terrible Stories Brockport: BOA Editions, 1996
Blessing The Boats: New and Collected Poems 1988–2000, Rochester: BOA Editions, 2000; Paw Prints, 2008
Mercy Rochester: BOA Editions, 2004
Voices Rochester: BOA Editions
Three Wishes (Doubleday)
The Boy Who Didn't Believe In Spring (Penguin)
The Lucky Stone. Delacorte Press. 1979. ; Reprint Yearling Books
The Times They Used To Be (Henry Holth & Co)
All Us Come Cross the Water ( Henry Holth & Co)
My Friend Jacob (Dutton)
Sonora the Beautiful (Dutton)
The Black B C's (Dutton)
The Palm of My Heart: Poetry by African American Children. Introduction by Lucille Clifton (San Val)
The Everett Anderson Series
Everett Anderson's Goodbye (Henry Holt)
One of the Problems of Everett Anderson (Henry Holt)
Everett Anderson's Friend (Henry Holt)
Everett Anderson's Christmas Coming (Henry Holt)
Everett Anderson's 1-2-3 (Henry Holt)
Everett Anderson's Year (Henry Holt)
Some of the Days of Everett Anderson (Henry Holt)
Everett Andersson's Nine Month Long (Henry Holt)
Generations: A Memoir, Random House, New York, 1976
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Lucille Clifton Poems
Homage To My Hips
these hips are big hips. they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little
To A Dark Moses
you are the one i am lit for. Come with your rod that twists
when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels
my daddy has paid the rent and the insurance man is gone and the lights is back on and my uncle brud has hit
I Am Accused Of Tending To The Past
i am accused of tending to the past as if i made it, as if i sculpted it with my own hands. i did not.
There Is A Girl Inside
There is a girl inside. She is randy as a wolf. She will not walk away and leave these bones to an old woman.
Poem In Praise Of Menstruation
if there is a river more beautiful than this bright as the blood red edge of the moon if
whatever slid into my mother's room that late june night, tapping her great belly, summoned me out roundheaded and unsmiling. is this the moon, my father used to grin.
me and you be sisters. we be the same. me and you
listen children keep this in the place you have for keeping always
ask me to tell how it feels remembering your mother's face turned to water under the white words of the man at the shoe store. ask me,
A Dream Of Foxes
fox who can blame her for hunkering
she stolen from my bone is it any wonder i hunger to tunnel back
Won'T You Celebrate With Me
won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon
stolen from my bone
is it any wonder
i hunger to tunnel back
to reconnect the rib and clay
and to be whole again
some need is in me
struggling to roar through my
mouth into a name
this creation is so fierce
i would rather have been born