Happy Monday friends! I hope you packed light and got some party clothes, cause this Monday we are one more embarking on a journey!
So today we are in America and we will explore:
HER KIND
American poet Anne Sexton:
Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 – October 4, 1974) was an American poet, known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967 for her book Live or Die. Her poetry details her long battle with depression,
suicidal tendencies, and various intimate details from her private
life, including relationships with her husband and children whom it was
later revealed she physically and sexually assaulted. Sexton is seen as the modern model of the confessional poet. She wrote openly about
menstruation, abortion, masturbation and drug
addiction at a time when the proprieties embraced none of these as
proper topics for poetry.
Poem:
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 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.
Thoughts:
Yet another woman, yet another poet whose poetry should be celebrated!
See you next Monday!
See you next Monday!
0 comments:
Post a Comment