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

“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

“I am mad the way young girls are mad,
with an offering, an offering.”
― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

“Yet there is
no return: rolling up out of chaos,
a nine months’ wonder, the city
the man, an identity—it can’t be
otherwise—an
interpenetration, both ways. Rolling
up! Obverse, reverse;
the drunk the sober; the illustrious
the gross; one. In ignorance
a certain knowledge and knowledge,
undispersed, its own undoing.”
― William Carlos Williams, Paterson