To A Dark Moses

you are the one
i am lit for.
Come with your rod
that twists
and is a serpent.
i am the bush.
i am burning
i am not consumed.

by Lucille Clifton

Comments (4)

It is appalling if not laughable to hear the tinny mechanical voice read such a lovely, sensuous poem. It needs a human voice- better for you to have just played a cello.
We burn ourselves up- no one makes us. We choose our dark Moses, we are drawn by our own needs. That is both the strength and the weakness of our human nature.
So nicely put! Subtly sexy without being lewd. Passionate!
Very interesting poem