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your dear nylon-covered legs, / are the horses I will ride / into eternity.

Prosinac 14, 2009

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Oh mother,
after this lap of childhood
I will never go forth
into the big people’s world
as an alien,
a fabrication,
or falter
when someone else
is as empty as a shoe.

anne sexton, iz ”Mothers”

foto: tata

Oglasi
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Siječanj 3, 2009

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hey amogh

Siječanj 3, 2009

watching_and_waiting____by_bindiimoments

I miss you.

foto: bindiimoments.deviantart.com

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FOR ELEANOR BOYLAN TALKING WITH GOD

Siječanj 3, 2009

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God has a brown voice,
as soft and full as beer.
Eleanor, who is more beautiful than my mother,
is standing in her kitchen talking
and I am breathing in my cigarettes like poison.
She stands in her lemon-colored sun dress
motioning to God with her wet hands
glossy from the washing of egg plates.
She tells him! She tells him like a drunk
who doesn’t need to see to talk.
It’s casual but friendly.
God is as close as the ceiling.

Though no one can ever know,
I don’t think he has a face.
He had a face when I was six and a half.
Now he is alrge, covering up the sky
like a great resting jellyfish.
When I was eight I thought the dead people
stayed up there like blimps.
Now my chair is as hard as a scarecrow
and outside the summer flies sing like a choir.
Eleanor, before he leaves tell him…
Oh Eleanor, Eleanor,
tell him before death uses you up.

anne sexton

foto: google

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this loneliness

Siječanj 3, 2009
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Siječanj 3, 2009

Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.

anne sexton

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moj ormar proljetos

Siječanj 3, 2009

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