The full poem “The Break” by Anne Sexton.
My bones are loose as clothespins,
as abandoned as dolls in a toy shop
and my heart, old hunger motor, with its sins
revved up like an engine that would not stop.
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The full poem “The Break” by Anne Sexton.
My bones are loose as clothespins,
as abandoned as dolls in a toy shop
and my heart, old hunger motor, with its sins
revved up like an engine that would not stop.
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but
I shall stay alive,
because above all things
you wanted me unconquerable…
This is the best love poem ever written, Pablo Neruda’s XVII aka Sonnet 17. “I do not love you as though you were a salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off…”
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.” Complete poem ‘Roll the Dice’ by Charles Bukowski. Featuring the video ‘All the way’ by Willem Martinot Charles, based on the poem by Bukowski.
The famously beautiful full poem ‘Annabel Lee’ by Edgar Allan Poe. “We loved with a love that was more than love…”
Poem “Dinosauria, we” by Charles Bukowski. We are born into this.
The full poem “Eighteen Days Without You” by Anne Sexton- my favorite winter, December poem.
and remember this:
the page you are looking at
now,
I once typed the words
with care
with you in mind
under a yellow
light
with the radio
on.
Charles Bukowski’s poem Alone With Everybody. “..we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.”
The art of losing isn’t hard to master… full poem One Art Elizabeth Bishop
“your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out..” by Charles Bukowski
The world is in mourning at the news of Robin Williams death yesterday, taken apparently by his own hand.
RIP Mr Williams.
Complete poem of Rowing by Anne Sexton. A story, a story!
(Let it go. Let it come.)
Mad Girls Love Song by Sylvia Plath. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
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)