It Was A Dream Poem by Lucille Clifton
It Was A Dream
in which my greater self
rose up before me
accusing me of my life
with her extra finger
whirling in a gyre of rage
at what my days had come to.
what,
i pleaded with her, could i do,
oh what could i have done?
and she twisted her wild hair
and sparked her wild eyes
and screamed as long as
i could hear her
This. This. This.
my greater self rose up before me accusing me of my life with her extra finger whirling in a gyre of rage.. great imagination dear poet. tony
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9/16/2024 12:27:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
pleaded with her, could i do, oh what could i have done? and she twisted her wild hair and sparked her wild eyes. a very good poem. tony