Kiss Alphabet, Ewa Partum' s Active Poetry
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
into fire.
The Kiss
Anne Sexton
Darling,
YanıtlaSilYou are a national product and power.
Oh my swan, my drudge, my dear wooly rose,
even a notary would notarize our bed
as you knead me and I rise like bread
;(
thanks for sharing. I always wanted to read this stanza, which is from "A Song for a Lady" by Sexton, with my students. But unfortunately hesiated since it is one of the most erotic depictions in confessionalist poetry. its not sad, its beautiful.
Silyou feel sad if it makes you remember someone you love and lost.
YanıtlaSilYes, I know and agree with you. But it is still a blessing when you can feel any emotions while reading a poem, even a sad feeling might be beautiful then.
Sil