Lucille Clifton died this past February at the age of 73. She lived a hard, challenging life that turned her into a remarkable poet. Her deceptively simple free verse delves into what it means to be a woman, a part of a family, a person of color, have a questioning mind and spirit. And, over and over again, what it's like to grieve.
Ms. Clifton won many awards, among them the 2000 National Book Award for Poetry.
"My Mama Moved Among the Days"
My Mama moved among the days
like a dreamwalker in a field;
seemed like what she touched was here
seemed like what touched her couldn't hold,
she got us almost through the high grass
then seemed like she turned around and ran
right back in
right back on in
Tonight at 7:00 in Wilson Hall Auditorium, JMU's Furious Flower Poetry Center presents, 73 Poems for 73 Years: Celebrating the Life of Lucille Clifton in honor of this remarkable poetic voice.
I don't often use this blog to promote specific events, but I'm using it this time, because poetry so often gets a yawning bum rap as booooooring. And Lucille Clifton's poetry is so completely not that. Nor are the poets and people gathering to read it: Joanne Gabbin, Nikki Giovanni, Rita Dove among them.
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Lucille Clifton gleaned her poetry from difficulty -- although "difficulty" seems an inadequate word for what this woman went through. She was born Thelma Lucille Sayles in Depew, New York, in 1936. Her childhood was hardly a childhood as most of us understand that phase of life -- her mother had epilepsy; her father sexually molested her.
Even so, Ms. Clifton managed to win a full academic scholarship to Howard University. She lost the scholarship because of poor grades, however, and came home again. At age 22 she married Fred James Clifton, a philosophy student at the University of Buffalo, and they had six children in quick succession. Her mother died before the birth of Lucille’s first child. Ms. Clifton's husband died of cancer in 1984. A daughter died of the same disease in 2000; a son of heart failure four years later.
Her first book of poetry was published in 1969, two years after Lucille and her family moved to Baltimore, Maryland. Good Times was well received and named one of the best books of that year by The New York Times.
oh antic Godreturn to memy mother in her thirtiesleaned across the front porchthe huge pillow of her breastspressing against the railsummoning me in for bed.I am almost the dead woman’s age times two.I can barely recall her songthe scent of her handsthough her wild hair scratches my dreamsat night. return to me, oh Lord of thenand now, my mother’s calling,her young voice humming my name.
About tonight, as one of my old bosses, Lucinda Lally, used to say, "Ya'll come!" Let an evening of poetry rekindle your own slumbering intensity, your own connection to life outside the office or the carpool or all those endless meetings. Come on! Let 73 Poems for 73 Years: Celebrating the Life of Lucille Clifton wake up your soul!(Many thanks to Kristi Lee for the information about Lucille Clifton's life)
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