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“December 18th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 18th Swift boomerang, come get!I am delicate. You’ve been gone.The losing has hurt me some, yetI must bend for you. See me arch. I’m turned on.My eyes are lawn-colored, my hair brunette.…
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“December 17th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 17th Today I bought a Scotch Pine-O Tannenbaum- a Christmas tree,as green as a turtle, a forestof gum and resin and turpentine.My love, my louse, my absentee,alone in our place I was…
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“December 16th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 16th Once upon a timeyou grew up in a bedroom the size of a dimeand shared it with your sister. That was West EndAvenue in Manhattan. Longing for country you were pennedinto…
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“December 15th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 15th The day of the lonely drunkis here. No weather reports,no fox, no birds, no sweet chipmunks,no sofa game, no summer resorts. No whatever it was we had,no sky, no month- just…
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“December 14th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 14th The migratory birds have flown the coop but they’ll be back with their built-in compass. They’ll come back that way the circus does each year- with aerialists, our angular birds that…
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“December 13th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 13th Remember that day last June in the month of the Long-Day-Beauty that is called Indians’ Wawe-Pesin? I tell you Summer came not one day too soon and surely the calendar did…
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“December 12th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 12th And what of me? I work each day in my leotards at the State School where the retarded are locked up with hospital techniques. Always I walk past the hydro- cephalic…
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“December 11th” – 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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“December 10th” – 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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“December 2nd” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 2nd I slept last night under a bird’s shadow dreaming of nuthatches at the feeder, jailed to its spine, jailed right down to the toes, waiting for slow death in the hateful…