Love Song

Lyrics
I was the girl of the chain letter, the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes, the one of the telephone bills, the wrinkled photo and the lost connections, the one who kept saying– Listen! Listen! We must never! We must never! and all those things… the one with her eyes half under her coat, with her large gun-metal blue eyes, with the thin vein at the bend of her neck that hummed like a tuning fork, with her shoulders as bare as a building, with her thin foot and her thin toes, with an old red hook in her mouth, the mouth that kept bleeding in the terrible fields of her soul… the one who kept dropping off to sleep, as old as a stone she was, each hand like a piece of cement, for hours and hours and then she'd wake, after the small death, and then she'd be as soft as, as delicate as… as soft and delicate as an excess of light, with nothing dangerous at all, like a beggar who eats or a mouse on a rooftop with no trap doors, with nothing more honest than your hand in her hand– with nobody, nobody but you! and all those things. nobody, nobody but you! Oh! There is no translating that ocean, that music, that theater, that field of ponies.
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Credits
- Writers
- Anne Sexton