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Anne Sexton - Torn Down From Glory Daily
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All day we watched the gulls 
striking the top of the sky 
and riding the blown roller coaster. 
Up there 
godding the whole blue world 
and shrieking at a snip of land. 
Now, like children, 
we climb down humps of rock 
with a bag of dinner rolls, 
left over, 
and spread them gently on stone, 
leaving six crusts for an early king. 
A single watcher comes hawking in, 
rides the current round its hunger 
and hangs 
carved in silk 
until it throbs up suddenly, 
out, and one inch over water; 
to come again 
smoothing over the slap tide. 
To come bringing its flock, like a city 
of wings that fall from the air. 
They wait, each like a wooden decoy 
or soft like a pigeon or 
a sweet snug duck: 
until one moves, moves that dart-beak 
breaking over. It has the bread. 
The world is full of them, 
a world of beasts 
thrusting for one rock. 
Just four scoop out the bread 
and go swinging over Gloucester 
to the top of the sky. 
Oh see how 
they cushion their fishy bellies 
with a brother`s crumb.
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