Friday, April 21, 2006

Poetry Friday - Anne Sexton

"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 disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I hae 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.

3 comments:

toadlikker said...

I liked it.

Veronica Mitchell said...

Beautiful. I almost never read poems in blogs since they're usually so awful, but thanks for this one. I will have to see if the library has any of Anne Sexton's stuff.

Dr. Crazy said...

I'm glad you enjoyed the poems, and Veronica, I'm sure your library will have something by Sexton, or you can find her in most anthologies of 20th c. poetry or poetry by women poets.