Anne Sexton

“ANGEL OF BLIZZARDS AND BLACKOUTS”

Angel of blizzards and blackouts, do you know raspberries,
those rubies that sat in the green of my grandfather’s garden?
You of the snow tires, you of the sugary wings, you freeze
me out. Let me crawl through the patch. Let me be ten.
Let me pick those sweet kisses, thief that I was,
as the sea on my left slapped its applause.

Only my grandfather was allowed there. Or the maid
who came with a scullery pan to pick for breakfast.
She of the rolls that floated in the air, she of the inlaid
woodwork all greasy with lemon, she of the feather and dust,
not I. Nonetheless I came sneaking across the salt lawn
in bare feet and jumping-jack pajamas in the spongy dawn.

Oh Angel of the blizzard and blackouts, Madam white face,
take me back to that red mouth, that July 21st place.

Anne Sexton

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One comment

  1. Maggie Mae I · January 17, 2012

    I love her. She is amazing.

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