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Comment 11 of 21, added on January 3rd, 2010 at 3:33 AM.
For my lover...
This is one of my favorite poems. It exhalts and vilifies the wife, while
through cynicism, it raises the mistress even higher. The mistress doesn't
refer to herself as a bitch or pawn. She thinks that she is a rare
(momentary) pleasure and that knowing her is truly a privilege. Would
anyone dare to demean Cezanne or Van Gogh?
vivaladani from United States
Comment 10 of 21, 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...
from United States
Comment 9 of 21, 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
Nikki from South Africa
Comment 8 of 21, 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
Comment 7 of 21, added on February 10th, 2008 at 10:22 PM.
And the mods are the Gestapo.
from United States
Comment 6 of 21, added on June 17th, 2007 at 12:16 AM.
This was the first poem that got me interested in Anne Sexton & she is my
favorite poet by far. I love the line "for the pale flickering flare under
her ribs," it evokes such beautiful imagery.
Amanda from United States
Comment 5 of 21, added on October 1st, 2005 at 2:13 AM.
Don't you women wonder what that woman sleeps in or what parfume she wears?
This poem brings about all the emotions that the other woman feels and even
if it doesn't end should you give your lover back?
julia from United States
Comment 4 of 21, added on August 29th, 2005 at 10:25 PM.
I am curently involved in affair with a married man and three children.
Although I feel that there is no emotional interest invested in the
relationship I often wonder about their day to day lives as husband and
wife. Does she ever suspect that I am there, a trollop, lurking in the
shadows? When this ends and my lover returns will I simply become
watercolor washing off a page?
Emma from United Kingdom
Comment 3 of 21, added on June 28th, 2005 at 8:24 PM.
All I can say in my clumsy way is,you must have been there.Console
yourself that he like me is reaping his reward,every day,when he looks at
the Moon coming up above the Horizon,he thinks of you,and know that the
precious times he spent with you,are all that brightens his lonely future.I
feel for you,Terry.
Comment 2 of 21, added on May 19th, 2005 at 11:15 PM.
This poem touches me to the very core. No matter what kind of women you
are a faithful wife, or a permiscous adulterer, you will never be able to
please. Society has created such a skewed view of women that has in turn
created a group of men with un-fulfillable desires. I know this is
stereotypical thinking, and there are exceptions, but I imagine every women
feels like the women in the poem at some time in her life.
Faye from United States
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