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iz Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound

There go my dark girls,
their dresses puff
in the leeward air.
Oh, they are lighter than flying dogs
or the breath of dolphins;
each mouth opens gratefully,
wider than a milk cup.
My dark girls
sing for this.
They are going up.
See them rise
on black wings, drinking
the sky, without smiles
or hands
or shoes.
They call back to us
from the gauzy edge of paradise,
good news, good news.

Anne Sexton

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nina i ja

Lady of Miracles

Since you walked out on me
I’m getting lovelier by the hour.
I glow like a corpse in the dark.
No one sees how round and sharp
my eyes have grown
how my carcass looks like a glass urn,
how I hold things up in the rags of my hands,
the way I can stand though crippled by lust.
No, there’s just your cruelty circling
my head like a bright rotting halo.

Nina Cassian
prev. Laura Schiff

a onda sam je malo usrećila, na brzinu

Lady of Miracles

I walked out on rags, my head, your hands
rotting and sharp,
the way you stand, a urn of cruelty,
a corpse (have grown in the dark,
crippled my eyes) of glass and glow.
”like me like me”
no
though your circling carcass =
my bright lust, a halo;
(one by 1 by)
up in the ‘ ‘, round.
the hour sees
my looks and things I hold
”no like? how how how?”
I can.
there’s just:
I’m getting lovelier since.

foto: ja

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