Brilliantly honed language, sharp rhythms and striking syntax empower Lucille Clifton's personal and artistic odyssey. Hers is poetry of birth, death, children, community, history, sexuality and spirituality, and she addresses these themes with passion, humor, anger and spiritual awe.
Lucille Clifton was an American poet, writer, and educator from New York. Common topics in her poetry include the celebration of her African American heritage, and feminist themes, with particular emphasis on the female body.
She was the first person in her family to finish high school and attend college. She started Howard University on scholarship as a drama major but lost the scholarship two years later.
Thus began her writing career.
Good Times, her first book of poems, was published in 1969. She has since been nominated twice for the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and has been honored as Maryland's Poet Laureate.
Ms. Clifton's foray into writing for children began with Some of the Days of Everett Anderson, published in 1970.
In 1976, Generations: A Memoir was published. In 2000, she won the National Book Award for Poetry, for her work "Poems Seven".
From 1985 to 1989, Clifton was a professor of literature and creative writing at the University of California, Santa Cruz. She was Distinguished Professor of Humanities at St. Mary's College of Maryland. From 1995 to 1999, she was a visiting professor at Columbia University. In 2006, she was a fellow at Dartmouth College.
Clifton received the Robert Frost Medal for lifetime achievement posthumously, from the Poetry Society of America.
This poetry collection felt like a blessing, offering such deep exploration of themes that I feel can resonate across generations. In this work, Clifton delves into the intricacies of womanhood, the American civil rights movement, the end of apartheid, the transformation of bodies and minds over time, biblical narratives, the complexities of love and loss, and the painful history of people who were enslaved. What captivated me almost as much as the poems themselves was the thoughtful structure of the collection. Despite the vast array of topics, the collection is masterfully organized, with each section distinct yet interconnected. The poems build upon one another, creating seamless transitions that enhance the reading experience.
But oh the poems. These poems are rich in language that is both accessible and powerful, avoiding overly flowery prose that could detract from their message. Although written in the 1980s and 1990s, these poems feel timeless, addressing themes that are still relevant today and speaking to the universal experiences of women. Some of my favorites include "Quilting," "Whose Side Are You On," "The Birth of Language," "Poem in Praise of Menstruation," "Wishes for Sons," and "Night Sound." Clifton’s storytelling is nothing short of brilliant, and I eagerly anticipate exploring more of her work in the future.
Clifton is such a badass. She really does great things with repetition which is a craft element to notice despite the fluidity in the way she implements it. I really like her approach to her own vulnerability. I’ve read other poems of hers in the past. Based off that, this isn’t her strongest collection. But i enjoyed it and read it in one sitting, so that says something.
I repent for not having found you sooner, Mama Lucille. Now that I have found you, I’ll never let you go.
Favorite poems from this collection: “memo”, “from the wisdom of sister brown”, “we are running”, “to my last period”, “wishes for sons”, “after the reading”, “blessing the boats”
I think there's something really beautiful in the way Clifton conveys race and gender, she doesn't explicitly mention it that much, but she also doesn't let the reader forget it. Like, these poems just sort of carry the heaviness of black womanhood in a way that would make it very difficult to just pull out a pretty string of words for a postcard or something. The context is welded to the words. My favorite in this book was Wild Blessings.
Hell yes. The italicized notes--poems responding to significant murders, headlines announcing the decline of cockroaches, the date of her cancer diagnosis--make every poem so much richer. Like O. Butler's end notes on her stories.
“the language palpable, their palm prints folded around the names of the things. seasons like skin snuggled against fingerbone and their wonder at loving someone like you perhaps, even your absence tangible, your cold name fastened into their shivering hands.”
Favorites: - the beginning of the end of the world (idk poems about cockroaches always slap) - wild blessings (1, 2) - december 7, 1989 - blessing the boats
autism: from Webster’s New Universal Dictionary and the Random House encyclopedia
in psychology a state of mind characterized by daydreaming
say rather i imagined myself in the place before language imprisoned itself in words
by failure to use language normally
say rather that labels and names rearranged themselves into description so that what i saw i wanted to say
by hallucinations, and ritualistic and repetitive patterns of behavior such as excessive rocking and spinning
say rather circling and circling my mind i am sure i imagined children without small rooms imagined young men black and filled with holes imagined girls imagined old men penned imagined actual humans howling their animal fear
by failure to relate to others
say rather they began to recede to run back ward as it were into a world of words apartheid hunger war i could not follow
by disregard of external reality, withdrawing into a private world
say rather i withdrew to seek within myself some small reassurance that tragedy while vast is bearable
This is the sixth collection I've read of Clifton's and with each one I feel I understand her work a bit more, and can make more assured statements about the work; its quality and its themes and structures. If there is any one thing of which I'm sure, it's that Clifton is both a wonderful poet, and a poor one, all at the same time. She's a good poet because she's raw, and honest, and brave, and evocative. She's an insightful and provocative thinker. She's a poor poet because she never evolves as an artist, her structures are bare and lazily formed, and her themes are rehashed too often across years and collections. Clifton had a few basic themes and ideas, most of them social and political (though she often touchingly writes of her family), and her poetry is more about expelling the depths of her mind than about crafting beautiful poetry. In my view, Clifton appears to see poetry more as release and discourse than craft, more of a communication medium than an artistic puzzle to be solved. None of this is to say that her poorer qualities make her bad in total; there are many who love her poetry for what it is and never mind (nor notice) that her style never changes and her themes lack diversity. All well and good. For me, after reading over 400 pages of her poetry this year alone, I'm starting to feel the drain of never being surprised by anything she writes.
This collection certainly had its stars. Many have commented on her "Tree of Life" sequence. I found it confounding, and, to the degree I understood it, blasphemous. I loved "moonchild," "after the reading," and "water sign woman."
Poetry normally isn’t my thing. I got a copy of this book because of the title and cover and a fellow bookstagrammer posted it and the first poem on their Instagram page. I now have a new female writer crush. While not all the poems in Quilting resonated with me, the ones that did really did.
we are running
running and time is clocking us from the edge like an only daughter. our mothers stream before us, cradling their breasts in their hands. oh pray that what we want is worth this running, pray that what we’re running toward is what we want.
I really enjoyed this and it really surprised me. I'm not a poetry person in the slightest. And I guess to put that in perspective it's like I can read a poem, enjoy it, but then in ten minutes it's completely wiped from my thoughts and I have trouble remembering what it's about. So I'm really not qualified to give an in depth reading except for I really did enjoy it and I'm still thinking about it hours later. My favorite sections were the one titled quilting and eight pointed star.
the side of the busstop woman trying to drag her bag up the front steps before the doors clang shut i am on her side i give her exact change and him the old man hanging by one strap his work hand folded shut as the bus doors i am on his side when he needs to leave i ring the bell i am on their side riding the late bus into the same someplace i am on the dark side always the side of my daughters the side of my tired sons -lucille clifton
A really beautiful collection of poems. My favorites were mostly in the "Eight Pointed Star" and "Tree of Life" sections. I particularly loved these lines from the former:
i don't know how to do what i do in the way that i do it. it happens despite me and I pretend
to deserve it.
but i don't know how to do it. only sometimes when something is singing i listen and so far
For as much poetry as I read, across styles and eras, I can’t think of a single poet I enjoy reading more than Lucille Clifton. Quilting collects a range of her poems, varied in theme but united by her consistently plain spoken presentation and trademark precision. It’s as good as everything else I’ve read by her, which is to say it’s fantastic, a book of small marvels.
unsurprisingly i am transfixed by lucille clifton’s poetry. in particular, the sections “tree of life” and “prayer” drew me in, though i found these other poems just as delightful: - the untitled first poem of “log cabin” - “shooting star” - “defending my tongue” - “we are running” - “nude photograph” - “water sign woman” - “to my last period” (because of course!)
Beautiful, moving poems. I've read it through twice now and intend on continuing. Covering everything from racism to misogyny to motherhood, Lucille Clifton boils these complex feelings and experiences into simple, accessible and bold poems. She says so much with so little—true expertise.
A pleasant and engaging read. I especially enjoyed the poems in the first section, plus "from the wisdom of sister brown." Despite a few misses for me personally, this is pretty brilliant overall. Clifton can conjure whole worlds in just a few short lines.
One of the most musical and subtle writers, Clifton uses sparse language to create oftentimes breathtaking poems. Her poems strike me as incredibly humble while massively spiritually insightful. She’s a poet of great inspiration.