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“If i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the dusty bodies; the randy father, the husband holding ice in his hand like a blessing, the mother bleeding into herself and the small imploding girl, i say if i should walk into that web, who will come flying after me, leaping tall buildings? you?”

Quote by Lucille Clifton

Work

The Book of Light

This book delves into the concept of light, examining its significance across different cultures, religions, and philosophical traditions. It explores the metaphorical and literal interpretations of light, offering readers a comprehensive look at the multifaceted nature of this universal symbol. more

Author

Lucille Clifton
Lucille Clifton

Lucille Clifton was an American poet known for her simple yet powerful poetry. Her works often delve into themes of race, gender, and identity, and have been widely appreciated by readers. more

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