Lucille Clifton

(June 27, 1936 - February 13, 2010 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Climbing - Poem by Lucille Clifton

a woman precedes me up the long rope.
her dangling braids the color of rain.
maybe i should have had braids.
maybe i should have kept the body i started,
slim and possible as a boy's bone.
maybe i should have wanted less.
maybe i should have ignored the bowl in me
burning to be filled.
maybe i should have wanted less.
the woman passes the notch in the rope
marked Sixty. I rise toward it, struggling,
hand over hungry hand.


Comments about Climbing by Lucille Clifton

  • (5/15/2014 11:44:00 AM)

    Ah! To aspire to be the person we once were! Nice write! (Report) Reply

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  • (3/29/2010 10:41:00 PM)

    Another good write! I'm becoming a fan. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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