Jericho Brown Tweets a lesson

on metaphor via Lucille Clifton’s lost baby poem.

https://twitter.com/jerichobrown/status/1324838895377408005?s=21https://twitter.com/jerichobrown/status/1324838895377408005?s=21

the lost baby poem
BY LUCILLE CLIFTON

the time i dropped your almost body down

down to meet the waters under the city

and run one with the sewage to the sea

what did i know about waters rushing back

what did i know about drowning

or being drowned



you would have been born into winter

in the year of the disconnected gas

and no car we would have made the thin

walk over genesee hill into the canada wind

to watch you slip like ice into strangers’ hands

you would have fallen naked as snow into winter

if you were here i could tell you these

and some other things



if i am ever less than a mountain

for your definite brothers and sisters

let the rivers pour over my head

let the sea take me for a spiller

of seas let black men call me stranger

always for your never named sake
…you slip like ice

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