Lucille Clifton

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

Miss Rosie - Poem by Lucille Clifton

when I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
when I watch you
in your old man's shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting, waiting for your mind
like next week's grocery
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up
through your destruction
I stand up

Comments about Miss Rosie by Lucille Clifton

  • (12/7/2015 3:17:00 PM)

    I remember my aunt with man's shoes (Report) Reply

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  • (5/15/2014 12:00:00 PM)

    Sad and tender write on how what we experience in our lives can have such devaststing effects on our aesthetics. Nicely written piece. (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2010 10:26:00 AM)

    This poem is a very sad poem. It tells of a life of struggling! No good luck, but bad luck towards the end of her life. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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