Friday, January 3, 2003

Telling Our Stories Comments

Rating: 2.7

the fox came every evening to my door
asking for nothing. my fear
trapped me inside, hoping to dismiss her
but she sat till morning, waiting.


Lucille Clifton
Pamela Moffatt 02 December 2018

there is a typo in the 2nd verse of the 2nd stanza rise frm our haunches should read rise from our haunches

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Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014

A darker poem from the poet. Interesting.

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