<clifton's "fury"> 2002-11-24.8:21 p.m. fury lucille clifton for mama remember this. she is standing by the furnace. the coals glisten like rubies. her hand is crying. her hand is clutching a sheaf of papers. poems. she gives them up. they burn jewels into jewels. her eyes are animals. each hank of her hair is a serpent's obedient wife. she will never recover. remember. there is nothing you will not bear for this woman's sake. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad