June 16, 2017 – Anne Sexton
I actually became a fan of Anne Sexton right around the time I was falling into Sylvia Plath’s poetry. The first book of Sexton’s I got my hands on this book, a winner of the Pulitzer Prize. I’ve read this book off and on over the years and I am inspired differently each time. I absolutely love her work.
Day 15: Love Poems by Anne Sexton
My mouth blooms like a cut.
I’ve been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby, you fool!
Before today my body was useless.
Now it’s tearing at its square corners.
It’s tearing old Mary’s garments off, knot by knot
and see–Now it’s shot full of these electric bolts.
Zing! A resurrection!
Once it was a boat, quite wooden
and with no business, no salt water under it
and in need of some paint. It was no more
than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.
She’s been elected.
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