anna speaks of the childhood of mary her daughter by Lucille Clifton
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anna speaks of the childhood of mary her daughter
by Lucille Clifton
we rise up early and
we work, work is the medicine
i am having again;
she washed in light,
whole world bowed to its knees,
she on a hill looking up,
face all long tears.
and shall i give her up
to dreaming then? i fight this thing.
all day we scrubbing scrubbing.
from GOOD WOMAN by Lucille Clifton, BOA Editions 1987