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Comment 8 of 28, added on May 14th, 2010 at 9:47 AM.
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hi i smell like poop it is on my finger would u like to smell cause it is
so dambn yummy that my gram licks it off of me at night usually aroun=d 300
oclock and then she lets me stick my finger between her toes it is a great
time then after all is said and done i lick pizza sauce off her nipples
iosjkijhhh from Australia
Comment 7 of 28, added on February 21st, 2006 at 11:43 PM.
what sexton expressed in this poetry is true., there are times in your life
where things would have to be just like was.,
minerva astoria
Comment 6 of 28, added on September 4th, 2005 at 6:25 PM.
Sexton is expressing the anguish which I think most passionate people feel,
over the raw bruising nature of the world. The essence of poetry, I think,
is honesty, and that is one of the most difficult things for any writer to
achieve. I think Sexton has done so in this poem, which makes it a rare,
powerful, and difficult work.
In her naivete, Krystal asks an interesting question: "Are words worth
pain?" I think the answer is "Yes;" indeed, words are the most valuable
things we have, because words are what distinguishes us from all other
living things. But the question is really backwards, because the pain
comes first; the words are a response to the pain, and indeed may be all
that makes the pain bearable.
Dan from United States
Comment 5 of 28, added on July 30th, 2005 at 5:02 AM.
Although I´m not the greatest fan of autobiographical literature, there´s
something alluring in this poem. Sexton writes truthfully, I guess. To the
ones that question the worth of writing: it is argued that Sexton lived
longer because of her writing. The pain comes first. Then the poetry.
Niina from Finland
Comment 4 of 28, added on April 15th, 2005 at 1:06 PM.
I think you're all idiots this was the stupidest poem i ever read.. i hate
poetry, the only good poetry is the stuff i write... goodbye cruel
world....!
Christine from United States
Comment 3 of 28, added on April 14th, 2005 at 10:09 AM.
You took the words right out of my mouth Eryka! Poetry is about what comes
from the deepest part of your inner soul, mind, mentality, and HEART! It
doesn't have to be your run of the mil middleschool creative writting
class........................Yet another beautiful poem written by my new
favorite poet
Ernest from United States
Comment 2 of 28, added on February 14th, 2005 at 7:32 PM.
Krystal is an idiot. She can't spell and I really doubt she understood the
poem. But what can you expect? She's from Canada. I think that was a great
poem and not all poems have to be about butterflies and flowers to be worth
reading.
eryka from United States
Comment 1 of 28, added on December 27th, 2004 at 2:17 AM.
i cannt even imagian what was going though annes head as she wronte this, i
love poetry but it soul it requires to write it is so disterbed. That I'm
not sure that its worth it, are words worth pain?
Krystal from Canada
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hi i smell like poop it is on my finger would u like to smell cause it is
so dambn yummy that my gram licks it off of me at night usually aroun=d 300
oclock and then she lets me stick my finger between her toes it is a great
time then after all is said and done i lick pizza sauce off her nipples
iosjkijhhh from Australia