This week's poem is "Homage to My Hips" by Lucille Clifton. Clifton died of cancer on February 13, 2010 at the age of 73. She was a fearless, funny, irreverent poet who wrote poems that are accessible and powerful.
"I want to give thanks to the dear woman who suffered so much. To her wisdom—like no other; to her presence—like no other.
I want to thank her for her humor, her memory, her stubbornness, her honesty, her grace, her anger.
She will walk along some river—where else?—and she will know her way home by how the air feels, by the wind.
There was nothing like her; there was no one like her. No one will cry mercy like her.
This is the poem of hers I am reading today, from The Book of Light.
in which my greater self
rose up before me
accusing me of my life
with her extra finger whirling
in a gyre of rage at what
my days had come to. what,
i pleaded with her, could i do,
oh what could i have done?
and she twisted her wild hair
and sparked her wild eyes and screamed
as long as i could hear her
This. This. This."And here's a link to a very complete biography and bibliography of Clifton: