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#NationalPoetryDay poem 2 Us

October 8, 2015
Us by Anne Sexton

I was wrapped in black
fur and white fur and
you undid me and then
you placed me in gold light
and then you crowned me,
while snow fell outside
the door in diagonal darts.
While a ten-inch snow
came down like stars
in small calcium fragments,
we were in our own bodies
(that room that will bury us)
and you were in my body
(that room that will outlive us)
and at first I rubbed your 
feet dry with a towel
because I was your slave
and then you called me princess.
Princess!

Oh then
I stood up in my gold skin
and I beat down the psalms
and I beat down the clothes
and you undid the bridle
and you undid the reins
and I undid the buttons,
the bones, the confusions,
the New England postcards,
the January ten o'clock night,
and we rose up like wheat,
acre after acre of gold,
and we harvested,
we harvested.





This poem harvests in me and speaks to me of the essence of being a married woman. A writer A poet. A suburbanite. 
I love everything about this poem. 
her poetry book is beside my bed, right next to Eliot's. I read her first. 
all my pretty ones is also pure dynamite explosive

Christina Strigas

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