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The Fury Of Sunsets

Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm.

All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.

The horizon bleeds and sucks its thumb.

The little red thumb goes out of sight.

And I wonder about this lifetime with myself, this dream I'm living.

I could eat the sky like an apple but I'd rather ask the first star: why am I here? why do I live in this house? who's responsible? eh?

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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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