Trudier Harris, Sandy Govan, Opal Moore, and Ethel Smith |
Her poem “homage to my hips” read by Professor Trudier Harris stole the reading part of the show:
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do
these hips are magic hips.
I have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!
In between poetry readings the packed audience was entertained by the music of The Elliot Family String Quartet, Mr. Jefferson Bones (and I did not make that up), Treasurer Williams, and the Madison Singers.
And in the end Lucille’s beautiful daughters joined in the celebration. It was a grand send off for and grand poet.
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