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Anne Sexton - Bat

His awful skin 
stretched out by some tradesman 
is like my skin, here between my fingers, 
a kind of webbing, a kind of frog. 
Surely when first born my face was this tiny 
and before I was born surely I could fly. 
Not well, mind you, only a veil of skin 
from my arms to my waist. 
I flew at night, too. Not to be seen 
for if I were I'd be taken down. 
In August perhaps as the trees rose to the stars 
I have flown from leaf to leaf in the thick dark. 
If you had caught me with your flashlight 
you would have seen a pink corpse with wings, 
out, out, from her mother's belly, all furry 
and hoarse skimming over the houses, the armies. 
That's why the dogs of your house sniff me. 
They know I'm something to be caught 
somewhere in the cemetery hanging upside down 
like a misshapen udder.

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Poet: Anne Sexton
Poem: Bat

Comment 2 of 2, added on July 28th, 2011 at 2:52 AM.
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Heck yeah this is exactly what I nedeed.

Carrie from Ukraine
Comment 1 of 2, added on April 11th, 2006 at 4:45 PM.

SHEESH THIS IS A SEXY POEM

Hannah from Bosnia and Herzegovina

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