The Fury Of Sunsets by Anne Sexton

The Fury Of Sunsets by Anne Sexton
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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[@bcarroll7317]

Rip Anne

[@HajerahUmar]

Love the recitation; it would be even more wonderful with the lines written on the screen!!

[@bwthornton]

Thank you.