Anne Sexton (Энн Секстон)

Again and Again and Again

You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like.  It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old.  It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot.  I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.

1. The Moss of His Skin
2. All My Pretty Ones
3. The Ambition Bird
4. Crossing the Atlantic
5. Music Swims Back to Me

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