it is all blood and breaking,
blood and breaking, the thing
drops out of its box squalling
into the light. they are both squalling,
animal and cage. her bars lie wet, open
and empty and she has made herself again
out of flesh out of dictionaries,
she is always emptying and it is all
the same wound the same blood the same breaking.
her bars lie wet, open and empty and she has made herself again out of flesh out of dictionaries, she is always emptying and it is all the same wound the same blood a good poem. thank u dear poet. tony
Nice write that leaves a reader with a lot to think about....so thought provoking
she is always emptying and it is all the same wound the same blood the same breaking. a very fine poem.. thank u dear poetess. tony
Even as I'm wet with tears and my heart bleeds Even as I break free from the cage that imprisoned me And breathe flames of protest and fury in poeted words And I have regrouped and think I'm healed The breaking will come again By and by. (Never mind. My take.) It's imagery and emotion packed and beautiful. 👍👍👍
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great write by Lucille Clifton👍👍👍