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Anne Sexton - For My Lover, Returning To His Wife

She is all there. 
She was melted carefully down for you 
and cast up from your childhood, 
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies. 
She has always been there, my darling. 
She is, in fact, exquisite. 
Fireworks in the dull middle of February 
and as real as a cast-iron pot. 
Let's face it, I have been momentary. 
vA luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor. 
My hair rising like smoke from the car window. 
Littleneck clams out of season. 
She is more than that. She is your have to have, 
has grown you your practical your tropical growth. 
This is not an experiment. She is all harmony. 
She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy, 
has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast, 
sat by the potter's wheel at midday, 
set forth three children under the moon, 
three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo, 
done this with her legs spread out 
in the terrible months in the chapel. 
If you glance up, the children are there 
like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling. 
She has also carried each one down the hall 
after supper, their heads privately bent, 
two legs protesting, person to person, 
her face flushed with a song and their little sleep. 
I give you back your heart. 
I give you permission -- 
for the fuse inside her, throbbing 
angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her 
and the burying of her wound -- 
for the burying of her small red wound alive -- 
for the pale flickering flare under her ribs, 
for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse, 
for the mother's knee, for the stocking, 
for the garter belt, for the call -- 
the curious call 
when you will burrow in arms and breasts 
and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair 
and answer the call, the curious call. 
She is so naked and singular 
She is the sum of yourself and your dream. 
Climb her like a monument, step after step. 
She is solid. 
As for me, I am a watercolor. 
I wash off.

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Poet: Anne Sexton (Anne Sexton Art)
Poem: For My Lover, Returning To His Wife

Comment 10 of 10, added on September 30th, 2009 at 12:35 PM.

i surmise that love comes in different forms....
one must let go of the ones they love the most..wash off the water colors... for that kind of love can never exist....it is too real...

PT from United States
Comment 9 of 10, added on September 8th, 2009 at 10:17 AM.

I actually dont know who i feel sorrier for the writter of this amazing piece or the wife , i just wonder " if something feels so right how can it be wrong ?" why do people cross our paths if its not meant to be ?? when it comes to this i have so many questions so many why`s ..... " oil on a canvas "

Nikki from South Africa
Comment 8 of 10, added on April 16th, 2009 at 11:43 PM.

I am the wife. The mother of those three children. She "let him go". She encouraged him to return to me. He did so, but in doing so he left part of himself with her. She can never give me back that piece. I think of her as oil on canvas. She will never wash off.

Patricia from Canada

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