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17.7.16

A Year of Pleasures: children


children
by Lucille Clifton


they are right, the poet mother
carries her wolf in her heart,
wailing at pain yet suckling it like
romulus and remus.  this now.
how will I forgive myself
for trying to bear the weight of this
and trying to bear the weight also
of writing the poem
about this?

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