Hello whippersnappers* and not-so-whippersnappers. I adore poetry with all my heart. It has been the thing I return to, time and time again, whenever I feel lost or depressed or anything really. Somehow it has the ability to ‘set me right’. Sometimes I am just reading it bc I feel good and I want to, and it enhances that too.
I bought a book of Anne Sexton’s selected poems the other day (called Mercies) and this one that I am about to post - if you will just hold your horses for ONE SECOND - is the one that made me want to. I haven’t read much from her but finally I am feeling drawn to her stuff. Here is the aforementioned poem that I previously mentioned I would post:
From the GardenCome, my beloved,
consider the lilies.
We are of little faith.
We talk too much.
Put your mouthful of words away
and come with me to watch
the lilies open in such a field,
growing there like yachts,
slowly steering their petals
without nurses or clocks.
Let us consider the view:
a house where white clouds
decorate the muddy halls.
Oh, put away your good words
and your bad words. Spit out
your words like stones!
Come here! Come here!
Come eat my pleasant fruits.
It’s a beauty, isn’t it?
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*I thought 'whippersnapper' just meant 'young person' but I just looked it up and apparently it means way more than that (like 'cocky' etc). I should change it but it is way too fun a word. I want to use it. So there.
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