Fury Poem by Lucille Clifton

Fury

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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 OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014

A beautiful and tender poem. Very heartfelt.

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Joshua Adeyemi 14 January 2018

Hmmm.... The importance of a gold in two hands.... Mother! Lovely! Joshua.

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Anil Kumar Panda 14 January 2018

Deeply emotional. Nice poem.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 14 January 2018

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

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Bernard F. Asuncion 14 January 2018

Such a great write by Lucille Clifton👍👍👍

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Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014

A beautiful and tender poem. Very heartfelt.

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Lucille Clifton

Lucille Clifton

Baltimore, Maryland
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