Anne Sexton
Newton, Massachusetts
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A Curse Against Elegies

Rating: 2.9
Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
I am tired of all your pious talk.
Also, I am tired of all the dead.
They refuse to listen,
so leave them alone.
Take your foot out of the graveyard,
they are busy being dead.

Everyone was always to blame:
the last empty fifth of booze,
the rusty nails and chicken feathers
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Mini Troubadoura 26 December 2018
he came scuffing in through the yard looking for a scapegoat. I hid in the kitchen under the ragbag. Love it.
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* Sunprincess * 29 August 2015
.....incredible poem, love the imagery -?
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John Tiong Chunghoo 12 September 2006
anne, giving so much life to the dead. good one.
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