Anne Sexton Poem by James McLain
Anne Sexton
Singing to me in my head.
Forget all the rest.
I remember it all it means better.
Remember, I remembered that last night.
The warm neck reaching out that I srangled,
bar the stars, tied up in the sky.
And then to stick with me
through that cold night-singing in my head.
Forget all the rest.
I remembered it all it means better.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: remember
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