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| since feeling is first who pays attention to the synatx of things wholly to kiss you wholly to be a fool while spring is in the world my blood approves and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady I swear by all flowers don't cry the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids flutter which says we are for eachother then laugh leaning back into my arms fror life is not a paragraph and death I think is no parethasis -e.e. cummings |
| Wanting to Die Since you ask most days I cannot remember I walk in my clothing unmarked by that voyage and then the most unnamable lust returns even then I have nothing against life I know well the grass blades you mention the furniture you have placed under the sun but suicides have a special language like carpenters they want to kow which tools they never ask, why build two times I have so simply declared myself have posessed the enemy eaten the enemy taken on his craft his magic and in that way heavy and thoughful warmer than oil or water I have rested drooling at the mouth hole I did not think of my body as needle point even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone suicides have already betrayed the body stillborn they don't always die but dazzled they can't forget a drug so sweet that even children would look on and smile to thrust all that life under your tongue that all by itself becomes a passion death's a sad bone bruised you'd say but she waits for me year after year to so delicately remove an old wound to empty my breath from it's bad prison balanced there suicides sometimes meet raging at the fruit a pumped up moon leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss leaving the page of the book carelessly open something unsaid the phone off the hook and the love whatever it was an infection. -Anne Sexton |
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