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Post by louisa on Nov 11, 2008 2:08:18 GMT 2
Hag Riding by Lucille Clifton from The Terrible Storiessubmitted by Judith Arcana I love this poem, I'm grateful to it, I take delight in it; I recited the last three lines of it to Lucille Clifton when I asked her to sign my copy of the terrible stories. Because here's the thing: I'm a person who rarely deals in what most folks describe as hope. Sometimes I scorn it and sometimes I mourn it but mostly I just don't think about it, and for sure I hardly ever have any of it. But this poem articulates a position - so to speak - about "something hopeful" that is exactly what I feel, what I think and what I do. And it does so with energy and determination that always makes me laugh in recognition. Despite (what we all know of) everything in this grimly embattled world, I do indeed "lob my fierce thigh high/ over the rump of the day and honey/ i ride i ride" Read Hag Riding: www.poetryevolution.com/index.php?s=hag+ridingRead more about the poet: www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/79Buy The Terrible Stories: www.boaeditions.org/bookstore/details.php?prodId=167
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