2/10/21 Workshop – A Poem by Lucille Clifton

Fred and Lucille Clifton

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the death of fred clifton – Lucille Clifton

11/10/84

age 49

i seemed to be drawn

to the center of myself

leaving the edges of me

in the hands of my wife

and i saw with the most amazing

clarity

so that i had not eyes but

sight,

and, rising and turning,

through my skin,

there was all around not the

shapes of things

but oh, at last, the things

themselves.

 

Reflective writing prompt: Write about a time of clarity

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