why can't you burn your bootsoles and your
draft card? How can you sit there saying yes
to war?
Lines from The Papa and Mama Dance, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967)
Taking into consideration all your loveliness
why can't you burn your bootsoles and your draft card? How can you sit there saying yes to war? Lines from The Papa and Mama Dance, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967) There is no one else but us
in this house on the land spit. The sea wears a bell in its navel. Lines from Barefoot, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967) I break out of my body this way,
an annoying miracle. Could I put the dream market on display? I am spread out. I crucify. My little plum is what you said. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Lines from The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator, 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) She is private in her breathbed
as his body takes off and flies, flies straight as an arrow. But it's a bad translation. Daylight is nobody's friend. Lines from You All Know The Story Of The Other Woman, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967) |
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