I've gotten out of my pouch
and my teeth are glad
and my heart, that witness,
beats well at the thought.
Oh body, be glad.
You are good goods."
-Anne Sexton
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¡Hola! Me llamo...
- Grace
- AZ, United States
- Actor, writer, obsessive observer, vegetarian, and identical twin. I live with seven animals and an active imagination.
2 comments:
My favorite Anne Sexton poem.
Us
>
>I was wrapped in black
>fur and white fur and
>you undid me and then
>you placed me in gold light
>and then you crowned me,
>while snow fell outside
>the door in diagonal darts.
>While a ten-inch snow
>came down like stars
>in small calcium fragments,
>we were in our own bodies
>(that room that will bury us)
>and you were in my body
>(that room that will outlive us)
>and at first I rubbed your
>feet dry with a towel
>because I was your slave
>and then you called me princess.
>Princess!
>
>Oh then
>I stood up in my gold skin
>and I beat down the psalms
>and I beat down the clothes
>and you undid the bridle
>and you undid the reins
>and I undid the buttons,
>the bones, the confusions,
>the New England postcards,
>the January ten o'clock night,
>and we rose up like wheat,
>acre after acre of gold,
>and we harvested,
>we harvested.
Wow! Upon reading this I was struck with two epiphanies:
1. That is an extraordinary poem! I've never read it before, and the ending in particular is so beautiful.
2. I really miss you, Mr. Shurtz. I want to come out to California and see your play ASAP!!
How have you been doing? :-)
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