Lucille Clifton

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

Fury - Poem by Lucille Clifton

for mama

remember this.
she is standing by
the furnace.
the coals
glisten like rubies.
her hand is crying.
her hand is clutching
a sheaf of papers.
poems.
she gives them up.
they burn
jewels into jewels.
her eyes are animals.
each hank of her hair
is a serpent's obedient
wife.
she will never recover.
remember. there is nothing
you will not bear
for this woman's sake.


Comments about Fury by Lucille Clifton

  • Joshua Adeyemi (1/14/2018 2:02:00 PM)


    Hmmm....

    The importance of a gold in two hands.... Mother!

    Lovely!

    Joshua.
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (1/14/2018 9:39:00 AM)


    Deeply emotional. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • (1/14/2018 3:32:00 AM)


    For her sake everything can be borne despite the rush and blows that may pass like the fury of a whirlwind, and the swiftness of lightning and the result will be the same as jewels burned would culminate in jewels.......outstanding..........thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/14/2018 3:19:00 AM)


    Such a great write by Lucille Clifton👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2014 11:46:00 AM)


    A beautiful and tender poem. Very heartfelt. (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2014 11:46:00 AM)


    A beautiful and tender poem. Very heartfelt. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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