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Anne Sexton - Old Dwarf Heart
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True.  All too true.  I have never been at home in
life.  All my decay has taken place upon a child.
Henderson the Rain King, by Saul Bellow

When I lie down to love,
old dwarf heart shakes her head.
Like an imbecile she was bom old.,
Her eyes wobble as thirty-one thick folds
of skin open to glare at me on my flickering bed.  
She knows the decay we`re made of.

When hurt she is abrupt.
Now she is solid, like fat, 
breathing in loops like a green hen 
in the dust. But if I dream of loving, then 
my dreams are of snarling strangers. She dreams that… 
strange, strange, and corrupt.

Good God, the things she knows! 
And worse, the sores she holds 
in her hands, gathered in like a nest 
from an abandoned field.  At her best
she is all red muscle, humming in and out, cajoled 
by time.  Where I go, she goes.

Oh now I lay me down to love, 
how awkwardly her arms undo, 
bow patiently I untangle her wrists 
like knots.  Old ornament, old naked fist, 
even if I put on seventy coats I could not cover you…  
mother, father, I`m made of.
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