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Anne Sexton - The Room Of My Life

Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,
the suffering brother of the wood walls,
the forty-eight keys of the typewriter
each an eyeball that is never shut,
the books, each a contestant in a beauty contest,
the black chair, a dog coffin made of Naugahyde,
the sockets on the wall
waiting like a cave of bees,
the gold rug
a conversation of heels and toes,
the fireplace
a knife waiting for someone to pick it up,
the sofa, exhausted with the exertion of a whore,
the phone
two flowers taking root in its crotch,
the doors
opening and closing like sea clams,
the lights
poking at me,
lighting up both the soil and the laugh.
The windows,
the starving windows
that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
Each day I feed the world out there
although birds explode
right and left.
I feed the world in here too,
offering the desk puppy biscuits.
However, nothing is just what it seems to be.
My objects dream and wear new costumes,
compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands
and the sea that bangs in my throat.

Added: on November 26th, 2005 at 8:51 PM | Viewed: 4580 times | Comments and analysis of The Room Of My Life by Anne Sexton Comments (4)


The Room Of My Life - Comments and Information

Poet: Anne Sexton
Poem: The Room Of My Life
Volume: The Awful Rowing Toward God

Comment 4 of 4, added on April 23rd, 2007 at 10:08 PM.

this room in The Room of My Life represents Annes accually life in its entirety.
Each thing she metions is an aspect of her life.
the keys with eyes are the only thing that sees her in life. the lights poking at her are life itself. the knife and light sockets are her attemps at suicide. there are lots more, but i am cramped for time. i love this poem!

madie from United States
Comment 3 of 4, added on January 11th, 2007 at 10:32 PM.

This poem reminds me of the short story Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilmore wherein the woman believes she sees people in the yellow wallpaper and supposedly ends up in the wallpaper herself. Sexton seems to be trying to find her sanity within the objects of her room but only finds monotony and frustration therein. What she does find is the 48 keys of her typewriter to tell about her version of her life in a quest to give insight to herself and to assist others with similar suicidal impulses. The objects within her state of mind change and thwart and entice her and compel her to share "by all the words in her hands" via her writing. I wonder, "Does she help the reader, or does she entice us further toward the 'knife waiting for someone to pick it up'"? Hmmm... I think she senses this dilemma herself in the poem: "Each day I feed the world out there although birds explode right and left." She is a puzzle to even herself.

Kathleen from United States
Comment 2 of 4, added on November 26th, 2005 at 8:51 PM.

after reading this poem, it made me think of my room. how my times are spent there in contemplation. i can relate this poem to one of my poems i wrote months ago; titled "left at peace" this is how it goes>>
Four walls, a ceiling,jailed up windows
still i lay down
trying not to frown
contemplating, concentrating
I'm getting frustrated
take me out of this hell hole
take me far away where not a day
is like today
help me find color help me find me
show me the way
to find that bright light
take me to that place
where night is so precious
where dreams are not just dreams
where thoughts dont chase you
where contemplating doesnt exist
where only i am left to peace


Nadia from United States

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