Friday, November 22, 2013

Friday Poem

The poem I chose for today reflects the week I have had. I am celebrating all of the little victories of this week.

won't you celebrate with me 

by Lucille Clifton

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.
 
 
Lucille Clifton, "won't you celebrate with me" from Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton. Copyright © 1991 by Lucille Clifton
ucille Clifton, "won't you celebrate with me" from Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton. Copyright © 1991 by Lucille Clifton - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23323#sthash.fAGGveLX.dpuf
 

won't you celebrate with me

  by Lucille Clifton
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.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23323#sthash.fAGGveLX.dpuf

won't you celebrate with me

  by Lucille Clifton
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.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23323#sthash.fAGGveLX.dpuf

won't you celebrate with me

  by Lucille Clifton
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.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23323#sthash.fAGGveLX.dpuf

1 comment:

  1. Always cherish the small victories. Without them, we miss the true joys of Life.

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