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Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild Wild Women

(from a song)Perhaps I was born kneeling,born coughing on the long winter,born expecting the kiss of mercy,born with a passion for quicknessand yet, as things progressed,

I learned early about the stockadeor taken out, the fume of the enema.

By two or three I learned not to kneel,not to expect, to plant my fires undergroundwhere none but the dolls, perfect and awful,could be whispered to or laid down to die.

Now that I have written many words,and let out so many loves, for so many,and been altogether what I always was—a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,

I find the effort useless.

Do I not look in the mirror,these days,and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?

Do I not feel the hunger so acutelythat I would rather die than lookinto its face?

I kneel once more,in case mercy should comein the nick of time.

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Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 – October 4, 1974) was an American poet known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Pr…

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