The full poem “Eighteen Days Without You” by Anne Sexton- my favorite winter, December poem.
Complete poem of Rowing by Anne Sexton. A story, a story!
(Let it go. Let it come.)
Thinking that I would find you,
thinking I would make the plane
that goes hourly out of Boston
I drove into the city. (Flight by Anne Sexton)
and this is the way they ring the bells in bedlam and this is the bell-lady who comes to us each tuesday morning. by anne sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dream evil, I have done my hitch.
From Joyce Carol Oates book, The Faith of A Writer, I found this excerpt to be quite good advice for a young writer.
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.” Charles Bukowski