Today I met up with the very talented (and fellow SF blogger) cuileann and spent a lovely morning around Outer Richmond sitting in a coffee shop, browsing my favorite used bookstore, and drinking boba. I know I said that I'm not gonna buy books and just borrow from the library instead but I nearly squealed with delight when I saw this vintage book. The cover design is just gorgeous. And its Anne Sexton, how could one say no?
As always, whenever I open a new poetry book, I skim the pages and read the first poem that calls to me. And this one is so breathtaking I thought I should share it here.
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Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quiet suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small humped bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.