So many of Ann Sextons works race through my mind, along side with one Christopher Marlowe and Robert Browning.

its more like parts and pieces of the poems themselves that are poping out to me, my mind has been taking pieces of the poem and relating it to my own life and feelings.

ok here be at least 2 of them... I just want to share.......

Anne Sexton Poems

The Balance Wheel

Where I waved at the sky
And waited your love trhough February Sleep,
I saw birds swinging in, watched them multiply
Ito a tree, weaving on a branch, cradling a keep
In the arms of April, sprung from the south to occupy
This slow lap of land, like cogs of some balanced wheel.
I saw them build the air, with that motion birds feel.

Where I wave at the sky
And understand love, knowing our August heat,
I see birds pulling past the dim frosted thigh
Of Autumn, Unlatched from the nest, and wing-beat
For the south, making their high dots across the sky,
Like beauty spots marking a still perfect cheek.
I see them bend the air, slipping away, for what birds seek.

Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable good;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learneing the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bit my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

Us

I was wrapped in black
fur and whit 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 cloths
and you undid the bridle
and you undid the reigns
and I undid the buttons,
the bones, the confusions,
the New England postcards
the January ten o'clock at night
and we rose up like wheat,
acre after acre of gold,
and we harvested,
we harvested.

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There, it feels better to have those out in someway. I've done my part... They are shared, as they were ment to be. Perhaps the pieces of those poems will rest some in my mind. They were beating rather furiously.

Though I'VE said nothing, I do feel as though I've released something from within... does that make sense? *smiles* I'm sure to some it does.

There is so much for me to say, so much to think on... so much to express. But... I'll save it all for another time. I've made this entry long enough for the moment.