Lucille Clifton
People wish to be poets more than they wish to write poetry, and that's a mistake. One should wish to celebrate more than one wishes to be celebrated.Collection: Poetry
Poetry is a matter of life, not just a matter of language.Collection: Poetry
In the bigger scheme of things the universe is not asking us to do something, the universe is asking us to be something. And that's a whole different thing.Collection: Different
Come celebrate with me that every day something has tried to kill me and has failed.Collection: Celebrate
We cannot create what we can't imagine.Collection: Imagine
What they call you is one thing. What you answer to is something else.Collection: Attitude
Say it clear, and it will be beautiful.Collection: Beautiful
I write from my knowledge not my lack, from my strength not my weakness. I am not interested if anyone knows whether or not I am familiar with big words, I am interested in trying to render big ideas in a simple way. I am interested in being understood not admired.Collection: Writing
Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.Collection: Eye
You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.Collection: Children
I do not feel inhibited or bound by what I am. That does not mean that I have never had bad scenes relating to being Black and/or a woman, it means that other people’s craziness has not managed to make me crazy.Collection: Crazy
We need new words for what this is, this hunger entering our loneliness like birds, stunning our eyes into rays of hope. we need the flutter that can save us, something that will swirl across the face of what we have become and bring us grace.Collection: Loneliness
I think that were beginning to remember that the first poets didn't come out of a classroom, that poetry began when somebody walked off of a savanna or out of a cave and looked up at the sky with wonder and said, "Ahhh." That was the first poem.Collection: Thinking
Even when the universe made it quite clear to me that I was mistaken in my certainties ... I did not break. The shattering of my sureties did not shatter me.Collection: Adversity
they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and I keep on remembering mineCollection: Memories
Poems come out of wonder, not out of knowing.Collection: Knowing
the lesson of the falling leaves the leaves believe such letting go is love such love is faith such faith is grace such grace is god i agree with the leavesCollection: Letting Go
won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.Collection: Hands
don’t write out of what I know; I write out of what I wonder. I think most artists create art in order to explore, not to give the answers. Poetry and art are not about answers to me; they are about questions.Collection: Art
may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your backCollection: Kissing
Things don't fall apart. Things hold. Lines connect in thin ways that last and last and lives become generations made out of pictures and words just kept.Collection: Inspirational
All people, even one's own children, come with baggage. When they're little, you have to help them carry it. But when they grow up, you have to do that difficult thing of setting their baggage down and taking up your own again.Collection: Children
Intellect doesn't translate across cultures; intuition does.Collection: Intelligence
these hips have never been enslaved, they go where they want to go they do what they want to do. these hips are mighty hips. these hips are magic hipsCollection: Black
I don't go get a poem. It calls me and I accept it.Collection: Accepting
I keep hearing tree talk water words and i keep knowing what they mean.Collection: Mean
The end of a thing, is never the end, something is always being born like a year of a baby.Collection: Baby
Tell the truth... maybe just to see clearly, as clearly as possible.Collection: Healing
wishes for sons by Lucille Clifton i wish them cramps. i wish them a strange town and the last tampon. I wish them no 7-11. i wish them one week early and wearing a white skirt. i wish them one week late. later i wish them hot flashes and clots like you wouldn't believe. let the flashes come when they meet someone special. let the clots come when they want to. let them think they have accepted arrogance in the universe, then bring them to gynecologists not unlike themselves.Collection: Believe
I am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that I catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what I said to myself about myself when I was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six but I am running into a new year and I beg what i love and I leave to forgive me.Collection: Letting Go
telling the truth about children's lives is radical.Collection: Children
You cannot play for safety and make art.Collection: Art
the lost women I need to know their names those women I would have walked with, jauntily the way men go in groups swinging their arms, and the ones those sweating women whom I would have joined After a hard game to chew the fat what would we have called each other laughing joking into our beer? where are my gangs, my teams, my mislaid sisters? all the women who could have known me, where in the world are their names?Collection: Team
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 inCollection: Dream
blessing the boats (at saint mary’s) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to thatCollection: Eye
To be a good poet, you must care more about the writing, than the writer.Collection: Writing
Children when they ask you why your mama so funny say she is a poet she don't have no senseCollection: Funny
If i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the dusty bodies; the randy father, the husband holding ice in his hand like a blessing, the mother bleeding into herself and the small imploding girl, i say if i should walk into that web, who will come flying after me, leaping tall buildings? you?Collection: Girl
I am a black woman poet and I sound like one.Collection: Black