For my next National Poetry Month post, I want to give a big “shout out” to the poet who I credit with awakening within me the desire to write and the realization that I could…
Here is one of my favorite poems of hers (picking just one for me was EXTREMELY DIFFICULT, BTW :)):
My mouth blooms like a cut.
I’ve been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby , you fool!
Before today my body was useless.
Now it’s tearing at its square corners.
It’s tearing old Mary’s garments off, knot by knot
and see — Now it’s shot full of these electric bolts.
Zing! A resurrection!
Once it was a boat, quite wooden
and with no business, no salt water under it
and in need of some paint. It was no more
than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.
She’s been elected.
My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
musical instruments. Where there was silence
the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this.
Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped
© Anne Sexton
The last two lines gave me chills when I first read them and do to this day:
“Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped
She unfortunately, in 1974 at the age of 46, lost her battle with mental illness and committed suicide. I can only imagine what else she would have given us had she lived!
Here is some more info about this most amazing of poets: