One day He
tipped His top hat
and walked
out of the room,
ending the arguement.
He stomped off
saying:
I don’t give guarentees.
I was left
quite alone
using up the darkenss.
I rolled up
my sweater,
up into a ball,
and took it
to bed with me,
a kind of stand-in
for God,
what washerwoman
who walks out
when you’re clean
but not ironed.
When I woke up
the sweater
had turned to
bricks of gold.
I’d won the world
but like a
forsaken explorer,
I’d lost
my map.
The Fury Of God’s Good-bye
Analysis, meaning and summary of Anne Sexton's poem The Fury Of God’s Good-bye
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this poem is fanastic, it brigs me joy t read, ps.
Joy? Sexton’s husband left her before she wrote this poem, and as she says, “I’d lost / my map” she is literally going crazy. So I would have to argue that the poem is quite somber.