Cutting Greens Poem by Lucille Clifton

Cutting Greens

Rating: 3.4


curling them around
i hold their bodies in obscene embrace
thinking of everything but kinship.
collards and kale
strain against each strange other
away from my kissmaking hand and
the iron bedpot.
the pot is black.
the cutting board is black,
my hand,
and just for a minute
the greens roll black under the knife,
and the kitchen twists dark on its spine
and i taste in my natural appetite
the bond of live things everywhere.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 20 April 2022

Well penned with conviction. A beautiful creation....

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Mahtab Bangalee 30 November 2019

the green is the bond of life, a medium of surviving//

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Anil Kumar Panda 30 November 2019

Nice poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 November 2019

Lot, spot! This pot is black. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014

Interesting and enjoyable read.

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Lucille Clifton

Lucille Clifton

Baltimore, Maryland
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