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Anne Sexton - The Fury Of Overshoes

They sit in a row 
outside the kindergarten, 
black, red, brown, all 
with those brass buckles. 
Remember when you couldn't 
buckle your own 
overshoe 
or tie your own 
overshoe 
or tie your own shoe 
or cut your own meat 
and the tears 
running down like mud 
because you fell off your 
tricycle? 
Remember, big fish, 
when you couldn't swim 
and simply slipped under 
like a stone frog? 
The world wasn't 
yours. 
It belonged to 
the big people. 
Under your bed 
sat the wolf 
and he made a shadow 
when cars passed by 
at night. 
They made you give up 
your nightlight 
and your teddy 
and your thumb. 
Oh overshoes, 
don't you 
remember me, 
pushing you up and down 
in the winter snow? 
Oh thumb, 
I want a drink, 
it is dark, 
where are the big people, 
when will I get there, 
taking giant steps 
all day, 
each day 
and thinking 
nothing of it?

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The Fury Of Overshoes - Comments and Information

Poet: Anne Sexton
Poem: The Fury Of Overshoes
Volume: The Death Notebooks
Year: Published/Written in 1974

Comment 1 of 1, added on December 6th, 2005 at 4:58 PM.

When I was young, I always used to wonder all about life and when I was finally going to "grow up." I am now in high school, and as a student, I have wondered where all of MY teddies have gone, and where my nightlight is from when I was younger. I wished so much to start to be a part of my world and active, driving a car and taking difficult classes in school, I gave up so many of my childlike pleasures, my nightlight and my teddy, for instance. Instead of just being a child, I decided to be "Grown up" and tie my own shoes, a reoccuring element and symbol in this poem. This element represents the nature of children to be independant and like my parents.
The world wasn't handed to me on a silver platter, I had to learn. I had to learn to swim and learn to disregard my childlike fears of shadows and the dark. I exchanged these naivities for knowledge, for wisdom, and for the ability to make a difference and now it is my time to shine.
Also, it is instilled in this poem that we are the dreamers of dreams and that we can be the "big people" who we have sacrificed ourselves to become, the aversion back to the thumb signals that maybe I'm not fully ready to go out into the world, maybe I'm not the best candidate, maybe I'm not just like that adult I see who is amazing and can do millons of things with just a few minutes to spare. I buckled you, shoes, a long time ago and I'm wondering you will kick in and I will be like my parents?
I wonder when I can become the person I am meant to be... I wonder when I can take those giant steps. When we get to taking those big steps, we must keep on and cherish the moments we spend. We have waited for it all of our lives, it is our time to shine.
Miriam Mus.


Miriam from United States

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