Anne Sexton

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

The Poet Of Ignorance - Poem by Anne Sexton

Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups
made by some giant scissors,
I do not know.
Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear,
I do not know.
Perhaps God is only a deep voice
heard by the deaf,
I do not know.

Perhaps I am no one.
True, I have a body
and I cannot escape from it.
I would like to fly out of my head,
but that is out of the question.
It is written on the tablet of destiny
that I am stuck here in this human form.
That being the case
I would like to call attention to my problem.

There is an animal inside me,
clutiching fast to my heart,
a huge carb.
The doctors of Boston
have thrown up their hands.
They have tried scalpels,
needles, poison gasses adn the like.
The crab remains.
It is a great weight.
I try to forget it, go about my business,
cook the broccoli, open the shut books,
brush my teeth and tie my shoes.
I have tried prayer
but as I pray the crab grips harder
and the pain enlarges.

I had a dream once,
perhaps it was a dream,
that the crab was my ignorance of God.
But who am I to believe in dreams?


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  • Veteran Poet - 1,173 Points Nika Mcguin (2/1/2014 6:23:00 PM)

    this just goes to show that even if you have a couple of typos, if your poem is amazing it will be amazing regardless. And it is amazing, It leaves you thinking. Thanks for posting Anne~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010



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