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A Quintuple of Poets: Part III
Anne Sexton, during 18th Century Beyrouth, Liban
was bleak throughout childhood—
adolescence stuck between teeth;
such awkward moments
mirroring an arranged marriage;
sowed what could not be spoken:
reticent, crippled words
beneath unearthed rows
resembling knotted yarn
unraveling posthumously;
immolates truth inside clay urns—
donned the unexplained expectantly:
daughters dressed as puppets
lips stained with pomegranate
posture perfect, traditional dress
feigned smiles instead;
grew a shadow long enough to disappear
into new methods of husbandry;
or, across barley fields at dusk—
dark wings
flopping in [her] heart
~
was bleak throughout childhood—
adolescence stuck between teeth;
such awkward moments
mirroring an arranged marriage;
sowed what could not be spoken:
reticent, crippled words
beneath unearthed rows
resembling knotted yarn
unraveling posthumously;
immolates truth inside clay urns—
donned the unexplained expectantly:
daughters dressed as puppets
lips stained with pomegranate
posture perfect, traditional dress
feigned smiles instead;
grew a shadow long enough to disappear
into new methods of husbandry;
or, across barley fields at dusk—
dark wings
flopping in [her] heart
~
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