Friday, 1 November 2013


the birth of language

and adam rose
fearful in the garden
without words
for the grass
his fingers plucked
without a tongue
to name the taste
shimmering in his mouth
did it become
his early lunge 
toward language
did his astonishment
surround him
did he shudder
did he whisper

- lucille clifton

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