Said The Poet To The Analyst

Anne Sexton - Non-Music, American Literature
Said The Poet To The Analyst
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My business is words. Words are like labels Or coins, or better, like swarming bees I confess I am only broken by the sources of things; As if words were counted like dead bees in the attic Unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings I must always forget how one word is able to pick Out another, to manner another, until I have got Something I might have said… But did not Your business is watching my words. But I Admit nothing. I worth with my best, for instances When I can write my praise for a nickel machine That one night in Nevada: telling how the magic jackpot Came clacking three bells out, over the lucky screen But if you should say this is something it is not Then I grow weak, remembering how my hands felt funny And ridiculous and crowded with all The believing money
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- Anne Sexton