Poet’s Nook: "Photograph" by Lucille Clifton


my grandsons
    spinning in their joy

keep them turning turning
black blurs against the window
of the world

for they are beautiful

and there is trouble coming
round and round and round
(great quotes from this remarkable writer here)
(America’s violence towards its darker citizens is packed into this short but powerful piece. Spinning in their joy: we see the innocent joy of children as they fling their bodies through the world. But we know that as these black/brown bodies grow, they will lose that sense of freedom, they will be conscious always of their skin … and the  mortal risks to their God-given right to exist).

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