I love Lucille Clifton. I could not be more in love with her work if I wrote it myself. Her words always light a fire in me that I didn’t know needed to be stoked. In honor of Women’s History Month, I am trying to share pieces that are by women or inspired by them. I felt as if this one needed to make an appearance this month. Here is Clifton’s ode to the lost women accompanied by a picture of two of my own lost ones.
i need to know their names those women i would have walked with jauntily the way men go in groups swinging their arms, and the ones those sweating women whom i would have joined after a hard game to chew the fat what would we have called each other laughing joking into our beer? where are my gangs, my teams, my mislaid sisters? all the women who could have known me, where in the world are their names?