From the wonder of concrete he has molded me.
He has given me six hundred street signs.
The time I was dancing he built a museum.
He built ten blocks when I moved on the bed.
Lines from Mr. Mine, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967)
...come cruising, come cruising,
you of the blast off,
you of the bastion,
you of the scheme.
I will shut my fat eye down,
headquarters of an area,
house of a dream.
Lines from Moon Song, Woman Song, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967)