Poems of Anne Sexton
|181.||Where I Live in This Honorable House of the Laurel Tree||3/29/2010|
|182.||Where It Was At Back Then||3/29/2010|
|183.||With Mercy for the Greedy||3/29/2010|
|184.||Woman with Girdle||3/29/2010|
|186.||You, Doctor Martin||3/29/2010|
Music Swims Back to Me
Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room,
four ladies, over eighty,
in diapers every one of them.
La la la, Oh music swims back to me
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me