(June 27, 1936 - February 13, 2010 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Seeker Of Visions

what does this mean.
to see walking men
wrapped in the color of death,
to hear from their tongue
such difficult syllables?
are they the spirits
of our hope
or the pale ghosts of our future?
who will believe the red road
will not run on forever?
who will believe
a tribe of ice might live
and we might not?

by Lucille Clifton

Comments (11)

A wonderful attempt to show uniqueness of a visionary and describe some of his traits. Well deserved modern poem of the Day.
death is walking as the vision of immortality on the red road, for that vision we wrap ourselves in trap..! ///
One of the best poems by Lucille Clifton...
Such a powerful write. Seekers of vision are bold and fierce walking fearlessly on their path. Wrapped in coffin there is no stopping for them.
such difficult syllables? are they the spirits of our hope or the pale ghosts of our future? a very good poem dear poet. tony
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