five poems / five days #5
Lucille Clifton
here yet be dragons
so many languages have fallen
off the edge of the world
into the dragon’s mouth. some
where there be monsters whose teeth
are sharp and sparkle with lost
people. lost poems. who
among us can imagine ourselves
unimagined? who
among us can speak with so fragile
tongue can remain proud?
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A piece that, for me, shows the grand necessity of facing one’s dragon. Those things that cannot be easily said with words get away form us. Lost people, lost poems. The brilliant notion – “who / among us can imagine ourselves / unimagined” – delivers the scope of Clifton’s intentions. We are somewhere “off the edge of the world”. Lost possibilities, lost stories. And a fragile tongue.
6 comments:
Hi Sam,
I'm new to your blog - really like this poem - thanks for sharing - am enjoying all these 'must-reads' a lot...great idea.
ciao,
Liz
I appreciate the read, Liz. Thanks for the comment.
Liked this too, and also your interpretation.
Thanks for the read, Jenni.
That's an amazing poem. Thanks so much for posting it. Words escape me - perhaps they've fallen into the dragon's mouth?
Thanks for the comment, Clockwise Cat. There are dragons out there -
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