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sábado, 18 de janeiro de 2014

Oh Starry Starry Night!


The Starry Night
by Anne Sexton
The town does not exist

except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.

Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,

sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.



For Sunday Postcard Art - Starry Night


Poetic Postcards
 photo pp3.jpg

6 comentários:

  1. Another great one followed by a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing this with us.

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  2. Such a magical postcard - and what a fantastic quote!

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  3. So dramatic and lovely the poem and the artwork are fabulous.

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  4. Oh my, Karla. this is excellent!

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