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Even in the mostly free-form world of contemporary poetry, there’s a tendency toward overclassification. Lucille Clifton has endured her share of it: She isdepending on who claims heran African-American poet, a feminist poet, and a poet laureate for breast-cancer survivors and parents and menopausal women and…you get the idea. Determined not to let such identity politics turn into identity poetics, Clifton soldiers on, preferring instead to provide brief glimpses into many different facets of what it means simply to be human. In Blessing the Boats: New and Selected Poems, 1988-2000, a recent anthology of her work, she writes: “they ask me to remember/but they want me to remember/their memories/and i keep on remembering/mine.” Share in them with her, unselfishly, at 8 p.m at the Folger Shakespeare Library, 201 East Capitol St. SE. $10. (202) 544-7077. (Colin Bane)