There has always been, in Lucille Clifton’s work, an abiding elegiac quality; she had many losses after all: her mother at a young age, then her husband, her father, two […]
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When the sun goes down you move horizontal you become everything in the world at once rather than waking like vertical where you obsess over ascend or descend or […]
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