while my fingers drew little smiles on your mouth,
while I drew I LOVE YOU on your chest and its drummer
and whispered, "Wake up!"...
Lines from That Day, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967)
while my fingers drew little o's on your shut eyes,
while my fingers drew little smiles on your mouth, while I drew I LOVE YOU on your chest and its drummer and whispered, "Wake up!"... Lines from That Day, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967) Frankly, I think I'm worse for this kissing,
drunk as a piper, kicking the traces and determined to tie her up forever. You see the song is the life, the life I can't live. Lines from The Interrogation of the Man of Many Hearts, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967) I wear silk–the cover to uncover–
because silk is what I want you to think of. But I dislike the cloth. It is too stern. Lines from The Breast, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967) My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
musical instruments. Where there was silence the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this. Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped into fire. Lines from The Kiss, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967) Then all this became history.
Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours. They dance in the attic and in Vienna. My hand is alive all over America. Lines from The Touch, in Love Poems, Anne Sexton (1967) |
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