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âDecember 18thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 18th Swift boomerang, come get!I am delicate. Youâve been gone.The losing has hurt me some, yetI must bend for you. See me arch. Iâm turned on.My eyes are lawn-colored, my hair brunette.âŚ
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âDecember 17thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 17th Today I bought a Scotch Pine-O Tannenbaum- a Christmas tree,as green as a turtle, a forestof gum and resin and turpentine.My love, my louse, my absentee,alone in our place I wasâŚ
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âDecember 16thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 16th Once upon a timeyou grew up in a bedroom the size of a dimeand shared it with your sister. That was West EndAvenue in Manhattan. Longing for country you were pennedintoâŚ
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âDecember 15thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 15th The day of the lonely drunkis here. No weather reports,no fox, no birds, no sweet chipmunks,no sofa game, no summer resorts. No whatever it was we had,no sky, no month- justâŚ
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âDecember 14thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 14th The migratory birds have flown the coop but theyâll be back with their built-in compass. Theyâll come back that way the circus does each year- with aerialists, our angular birds thatâŚ
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âDecember 13thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 13th Remember that day last June in the month of the Long-Day-Beauty that is called Indiansâ Wawe-Pesin? I tell you Summer came not one day too soon and surely the calendar didâŚ
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âDecember 12thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 12th And what of me? I work each day in my leotards at the State School where the retarded are locked up with hospital techniques. Always I walk past the hydro- cephalicâŚ
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âDecember 11thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 11th Then I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean, of the houses that you swing into, of the steel wool hair on your head, of your persistentâŚ
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âDecember 10thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 10th I think today of the animal sounds,how last night a rebellious foxwas barking out like Lucifer.When the Beaver Moon lit up the groundoak twigs scratched like mice in a box.How inâŚ
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âDecember 9thâ â Anne Sexton | LâAltrove
December 9th Two years ago, Reservist, you would have burned your draft card or else have gone A.W.O.L. But you stayed to serve the Air Force. Your head churned with bad solutions, carryingâŚ
