Treasure Island

Anne Sexton

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

You, Doctor Martin


You, Doctor Martin, walk
from breakfast to madness. Late August,
I speed through the antiseptic tunnel
where the moving dead still talk
of pushing their bones against the thrust
of cure. And I am queen of this summer hotel
or the laughing bee on a stalk

of death. We stand in broken
lines and wait while they unlock
the doors and count us at the frozen gates
of dinner. The shibboleth is spoken
and we move to gravy in our smock
of smiles. We chew in rows, our plates
scratch and whine like chalk

in school. There are no knives
for cutting your throat. I make
moccasins all morning. At first my hands
kept empty, unraveled for the lives
they used to work. Now I learn to take
them back, each angry finger that demands
I mend what another will break

tomorrow. Of course, I love you;
you lean above the plastic sky,
god of our block, prince of all the foxes.
The breaking crowns are new
that Jack wore.
Your third eye
moves among us and lights the separate boxes
where we sleep or cry.

What large children we are
here. All over I grow most tall
in the best ward. Your business is people,
you call at the madhouse, an oracular
eye in our nest. Out in the hall
the intercom pages you. You twist in the pull
of the foxy children who fall

like floods of life in frost.
And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf.

Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

Do you like this poem?
2 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (You, Doctor Martin by Anne Sexton )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

New Poems

  1. The paradox of becoming a Man, Nancy Handabile
  2. Quran, The Ways of Ascent, Mohja Kahf
  3. 'My Persuasion' Over 'Her Coyness'., Prabhat Priyadarshi
  4. rain, Erin Daly
  5. I Hope, Michael McParland
  6. Holding Fatima in the Light, Mohja Kahf
  7. Manifesto for the Chaste Wanton, Mohja Kahf
  8. Doves, Mohja Kahf
  9. Return of the Friend, Mohja Kahf
  10. On The Run In The Dream, Albert Martin

Poem of the Day

poet Walt Whitman

ARM’D year! year of the struggle!
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas
piano;
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  4. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  5. If, Rudyard Kipling
  6. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  7. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  8. Touched by an Angel, Maya Angelou
  9. Mid-Term Break, Seamus Heaney
  10. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]