One summer post: Beautiful poem on being a woman
As I opened my Facebook the other day, nothing, really nothing hinted that I would soon find the best poem on womanhood and fertility I read in my whole life.
The strange thing was that it was posted by a man – a British friend of ours who wrote several books and obviously has a talent to recognize the right words when he comes across them.
The poem was written by famous african american poet Lucille Clifton who received numerous prizes for her work, including the 2000 National Book Award.
Although the poem our friend John posted was an easy read, it immediately sticked with me. Since that day I have Lucille Clifton’s work opended in one of the windows on my mobile phone and suckle on its power for at least a few minutes every day.
Today, I have something special to share with you: “to my last period” and “poem to my uterus”.
Please take this post as a vacation greeting and a little rest from the science we normally discuss here.
TO MY LAST PERIOD (Lucille Clifton, 1936 – 2010)
well, girl, goodbye,
after thirty-eight years.
thirty-eight years and you
splendid in your red dress
without trouble for me
now it is done,
and I feel just like
the grandmothers who,
after the hussy has gone,
sit holding her photograph
and sighing, wasn’t she
beautiful? wasn’t she beautiful?
POEM TO MY UTERUS(Lucille Clifton, 1936 – 2010)
you have been patient
as a sock
while I have slippered into you
my dead and living children
they want to cut you out
stocking I will not need
where I am going
where am I going
my bloody print
my estrogen kitchen
my black bag of desire
where can I go
where can you go
Beautiful, right? I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Thank you for browsing around my blog.
See you soon,