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Poesie scelte di Grace Paley | L’Altrove
Alternativa episodica del poeta Stavo per scrivere una poesiainvece ho fatto una torta ci è volutopiù o meno lo stesso tempochiaro la torta era una stesuradefinitiva una poesia avrebbe avutoun po’ di strada…
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“December 10th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
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 in…
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“December 9th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 9th Two years ago, Reservist,you would have burnedyour draft card orelse have gone A.W.O.L.But you stayed to servethe Air Force. Your head churnedwith bad solutions, carryingyour heart like a footballto the goal,…
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“December 8th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 8th In winter without you I senda Florida postcard to myselfto somehow remind me of the weekafter mid-July and towards the endwhen scummy Dog Days were on the shelfand we had a…
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“December 7th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 7th Pearl Harbor Day.The cruciform.No rain last night, but an icestorm.Jewels! Today each twig is important,each ring, each infection, each formis all that the gods must have meant. Pearl Harbor Dayleaves scars.Silver…
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“December 6th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 6th A light rain, as tranquil as an apple, today…mild and supple and fat and full-blown sweetlike the last February 2nd on Groundhog Day.He wouldn’t come out and we lay oddsthat his…
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“December 5th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 5th That was Oswald’s Novemberfour long years ago.I remember meeting secretly once a week or oftener,know it wrong, but having those reasons.So I commute to your studio,my smooth smith, my softener.We take…
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“December 4nd” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 4nd And where did we meet?Was it in London on Carnaby Street?Was it in Paris on the Left Bank?That there that I can thank? No. It was Harvard Squareat the kiosk with…
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“December 3rd” – Anne Sexton
December 3rd This is the mole-gray mouth of the year.Yesterday I stoleout to your hunter’s cabin studio,surprising two woodchucks and a deeroutside our makeshift bungalow. On the way to GrotonI saw a dead…
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“December 2nd” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 2nd I slept last nightunder a bird’s shadowdreaming of nuthatches at the feeder,jailed to its spine, jailed rightdown to the toes, waiting for slowdeath in the hateful December snow.Mother’s death came in…
