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Anne Sexton - The Fury Of Rainstorms

The rain drums down like red ants, 
each bouncing off my window. 
The ants are in great pain 
and they cry out as they hit 
as if their little legs were only 
stitche don and their heads pasted. 
And oh they bring to mind the grave, 
so humble, so willing to be beat upon 
with its awful lettering and 
the body lying underneath 
without an umbrella. 
Depression is boring, I think 
and I would do better to make 
some soup and light up the cave.

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

Comment 3 of 3, added on April 12th, 2014 at 3:56 PM.
This could not polib

This could not polibssy have been more helpful!

Egypt from Slovakia Republic
Comment 2 of 3, added on February 12th, 2012 at 12:21 AM.

Scott,The prelbom is that most of these so-called witnesses have agendas. I did not notice any protests in Vanak yesterday. Now, I was only passing through, and its possible when I was out of Vanak, there was suddenly a protest, but I don’t see the value of a protest that you have to go out of your way to be at the right time at the right place to even notice.There were huge number of security forces, but its their job to keep peace, both in terms of humans but also disruptions to traffic.

Mzamo from Somalia
Comment 1 of 3, added on February 9th, 2012 at 11:25 PM.

rinitaolsheps are hard workBut your heart is full and im left outIt never really hit meOn the day you turned awayYou left me with a good-byeYet I had so much more to sayWith all the time you gave meIt’s you I never thought I’d loseIt was you I was so sure ofbut apparently I had no clueYou will always be my first loveAnd I thank you for bein your booNo matter how many girls I meetYou’re the only one ill ever call mooWe were cute and adorable thought we were perfect for each other We were all just gullibleCuz now we’ll never be togetherSome days we had our fightsSome nights we talked foreverBut how you were my best friendIs the only love I can rememberRemember how It was when we first started outSo much alike we shared every thoughtWe fell so fast maybe fell in love to soonMade a huge decision that now we cant undoMaybe sometime in the futureYou’ll find it in your heartTo let me love youCuz I know you miss my smelly fartYou mean a lot to meAnd u deserve the bestI really do love uWith ever beat in my chestI’ll always be there for uEven if u don’t want me toI just cant let goWhat could’ve been between me and uLately I’ve been stupidBeen acting like an assSo I would like to apologizeAnd put it in the pastThank you for giving me a chance, im sorry I blew it

Kocay from Slovakia Republic

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