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âDecember 11thâ – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 11th Then I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean, of the houses that you swing into, of the steel wool hair on your head, of your persistent…
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Poesie scelte di Grace Paley | L’Altrove
Alternativa episodica del poeta Stavo per scrivere una poesiainvece ho fatto una torta ci è volutopiĂš o meno lo stesso tempochiaro la torta era una stesuradefinitiva una poesia avrebbe avutoun poâ di strada…
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âDecember 10thâ – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 10th I think today of the animal sounds,how last night a rebellious foxwas barking out like Lucifer.When the Beaver Moon lit up the groundoak twigs scratched like mice in a box.How in…
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âDecember 9thâ – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 9th Two years ago, Reservist, you would have burned your draft card or else have gone A.W.O.L. But you stayed to serve the Air Force. Your head churned with bad solutions, carrying…
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âDecember 8thâ – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 8th In winter without you I senda Florida postcard to myselfto somehow remind me of the weekafter mid-July and towards the endwhen scummy Dog Days were on the shelfand we had a…
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âDecember 7thâ – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 7th Pearl Harbor Day. The cruciform. No rain last night, but an icestorm. Jewels! Today each twig is important, each ring, each infection, each form is all that the gods must have…
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âDecember 6thâ – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 6th A light rain, as tranquil as an apple, today⌠mild and supple and fat and full-blown sweet like the last February 2nd on Groundhog Day. He wouldnât come out and we…
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âDecember 5thâ – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 5th That was Oswaldâs November four long years ago. I remember meeting secretly once a week or oftener, know it wrong, but having those reasons. So I commute to your studio, my…
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âDecember 4ndâ – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 4nd And where did we meet? Was it in London on Carnaby Street? Was it in Paris on the Left Bank? That there that I can thank? No. It was Harvard Square…
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âDecember 3rdâ – Anne Sexton
December 3rd This is the mole- gray mouth of the year. Yesterday I stole out to your hunterâs cabin studio, surprising two woodchucks and a deer outside our makeshift bungalow. On the way…
