A poet’s views of life, straightforward and spare

Lucille Clifton collection includes previously private works

New York TimesOctober 27, 2012 

  • Anthology The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton 1965-2010 Edited by Kevin Young and Michael S. Glaser BOA Editions Ltd., 769 pages.

In “The Poetry of Black America,” Gwendolyn Brooks suggested there were essentially two varieties of young black poets in the early ’70s. One was those who worked from what she called “stormy resentments” and “may have begun their careers with columns of expletives” or exhortations to “kill the honky kill the honky kill the honky.”

The other type, Brooks said, “believe tricks should be avoided, believe that blackness, by contemporary black definition, is straightforward and substantial, clean-lined, even spare.”

There’s little debate about which side poet Lucille Clifton, who died in 2010 at 73, falls on. Her verse was spare, plainspoken and shorn of rhyme, so much so that when she placed the words “salt” and “fault” together in one poem in the late 1980s, she was moved to warn readers of this potential speed bump by titling it “Poem With Rhyme in It.”

“The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton, 1965-2010” gathers all of Clifton’s published poems along with scatterings of unpublished work. She may have wished to keep some of this material private.

One of the book’s editors, poet Kevin Young, notes that a few works were fished from a file that Clifton had titled “Unpublished Poems,” then retitled “Old Poems and Ones that May Not Be Poems at all and Maybe should be thrown away One Day.” She finally retitled the file “Bad Poems.” Young and co-editor Michael S. Glaser were correct to include this material, especially Clifton’s unpublished early work. Clifton was most often at her best in the first decade of her career, and her debut collection, “Good Times” (1969), is a near masterpiece. One early and previously unpublished poem here, “Sunday Dinner,” presages the high points in “Good Times.” It reads in its entirety:

One wants

in a fantastic time

the certainty of

chicken popping in grease

the truth of potatoes

steaming the panes and

butter

gold and predictable as

heroes in history

melting over all.

Clifton won a National Book Award in 2000. By then her poems had become more celebratory and gauzy and nurturing; there were perhaps too many about dreams or moonchildren, and there was too much greeting card verse meant to be declaimed on friends’ birthdays or anniversaries. Some of this material bordered on the fatuous.

Yet it’s tonic to read Toni Morrison, in her introduction to these collected poems, slap down this critique of Clifton’s work. “To me she is not the big mama/big sister of racial reassurance and self-empowerment,” Morrison declares. “I read her skill as that emanating from an astute, profound intellect.”

Morrison is dead-on about Clifton’s wiliness and brains, but these qualities are not apparent in every poem, which is why this very large volume does not serve her particularly well. A future, thinner, selected volume will better make an indelible claim for her greatness.

It’s joyful work, however, considering the material you’d like to see in that utopian Lucille Clifton anthology. How about the poem where she walks down a supermarket aisle with Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben? Or the one called “To My Last Period,” which begins: “well girl, goodbye/after thirty-eight years”?

In one of the most shocking and potent poems in the English language, called “Donor,” Clifton speaks to the daughter who is about to give her a kidney. It begins:

when they tell me that my body

might reject

i think of thirty years ago

and the hangers i shoved inside

hard trying not to have you.

In Lucille Clifton’s best stuff, as she writes in “The Death of Thelma Sayles,”

i pull my heart out of my pocket

and throw it.

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