Sara

“From the Garden”

Come, my beloved,
consider the lilies.
We are of little faith.
We talk too much.
Put your mouthful of words away
and come with me to watch
the lilies open in such a field,
growing there like yachts,
slowly steering their petals
without nurses or clocks.
Let us consider the view:
a house where white clouds
decorate the muddy halls.
Oh, put away your good words
and your bad words. Spit out
your words like stones!
Come here! Come here!
Come eat my pleasant fruits.”
― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

“I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind.”
― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

“And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf.”
― Anne Sexton, To Bedlam and Part Way Back

“سوف أرحل الآن
دون شيخوخة أو مرض،
بعنف ولكن بطريقة صحيحة تماماً
وأنا أعلم أفضل طريق سأسلك
ـ آن سكستون”
― محمد الضبع, اخرج في موعد مع فتاة تحب الكتابة