SONG FOR A LADY
By Anne Sexton
On the day of breasts and small hips
the window pocked with bad rain,
rain coming on like a minister,
we coupled, so sane and insane.
We lay like spoons while the sinister
rain dropped like flies on our lips
and our glad eyes and our small hips.
«The room is so cold with ram,» you said
and you, feminine you, with your fiower
said novenas to my ankles and elbows.
You are a national product and power.
Oh my swan, my drudge, my dear wooly rose,
even a notary would notarize our bed
as you knead me and I rise like bread.
BIOGRAPHY OF ANNE SEXTON
ANNE SEXTON / SEVEN POEMS
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