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Anne Sexton - The Fury Of Guitars and SopranosAnne Sexton - The Fury Of Guitars and Sopranos
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This singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a votive candle. I have a dream-mother who sings with her guitar, nursing the bedroom with a moonlight and beautiful olives. A flute came too, joining the five strings, a God finger over the holes. I knew a beautiful woman once who sang with her fingertips and her eyes were brown like small birds. At the cup of her breasts I drew wine. At the mound of her legs I drew figs. She sang for my thirst, mysterious songs of God that would have laid an army down. It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart violent and religious.
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