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Heart--Shaped Cross
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From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA
Registered: Aug 2004
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posted September 13, 2008 05:51 PM
 
Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the 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 goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disalign.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
~ Anne Sexton
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ListensToTrees
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From: Infinity
Registered: Jul 2005
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posted September 14, 2008 03:50 PM
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Heart--Shaped Cross
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From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA
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posted September 15, 2008 04:14 PM
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Xena
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From: UK
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posted October 26, 2008 08:33 PM
I don't know whether to like Anne Sexton's poetry or not; excellent way of putting things, but too personal for my liking.Sometimes I wonder whether certain poets actually feel whatever they're writing about, although in her case I do believe it to be sincere, due to mental illness etc. IP: Logged |
ListensToTrees
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From: Infinity
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posted October 26, 2008 08:59 PM
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charmainec
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From: S.A
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posted October 29, 2008 02:07 AM
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What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us ~Ralph Waldo Emerson IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross
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From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA
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posted October 29, 2008 05:56 AM
Xena,Empathy is a gift of every great dramatic writer. Whether she is depicting personal experience,
or exhibiting a more complete effort of imagination,
the result is the same; a remarkable work. Although I would call it more impressive, were it not the least bit "sincere",
like you, I believe it is almost as autobiographical as it appears. I doubt she was ever a witch, living in caves, etc.
It is metaphorical for something we've all felt, in some degree.
And, yes, I believe she felt it very palpably.
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TINK
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From: New England
Registered: Mar 2003
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posted October 29, 2008 01:40 PM
Anne  There have been times when it was difficult for me to believe we were two different people.IP: Logged |
D for Defiant
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posted November 28, 2008 10:30 PM
HSC,Thanks for sharing the poem. I can relate to it. I have been her kind  D xxxxxxxxx IP: Logged |
MyVirgoMask
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posted November 30, 2008 02:19 AM
Anne Sexton was my muse for a long time. I dig her. Thanks for this... IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross
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From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA
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posted November 30, 2008 05:26 AM
My girlfriend identifies really strongly with Anne Sexton.
Though she's always been beautiful, she grew up seeing herself as a monster.
She became a gothic, witchy girl, who didnt let anyone touch her until she was 19.
Now she's pretty well open and freespirited, more like a hippy.
This poem meant a lot to her when she was in her cocoon.IP: Logged |
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