A musing on unique human discontentment amidst the natural world.
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Clifton’s poems owe a great deal to oral tradition. Her work is wonderfully musical and benefits greatly from being read aloud: “It is hard to remain human on a day/ when birds perch weeping/ in the trees and the squirrel eyes/ do not look away but the dog ones do/ in pity.
Trailer for Ruth's appearance at 2020 Collective Trauma Summit.