Anne Sexton | “Rapunzel” | poetry archive | plagiarist.com

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    Let your dress fall down your shoulder,

    come touch a copy of you
    for I am at the mercy of rain,
    for I have left the three Christs of Ypsilanti
    for I have left the long naps of Ann Arbor
    and the church spires have turned to stumps.
    The sea bangs into my cloister
    for the politicians are dying,
    and dying so hold me, my young dear,
    hold me…
    The yellow rose will turn to cinder

    and New York City will fall in
    before we are done so hold me,
    my young dear, hold me.
    Put your pale arms around my neck.
    Let me hold your heart like a flower
    lest it bloom and collapse.
    Give me your skin
    as sheer as a cobweb,
    let me open it up
    and listen in and scoop out the dark.
    Give me your nether lips
    all puffy with their art
    and I will give you angel fire in return.
    We are two clouds
    glistening in the bottle galss.
    We are two birds
    washing in the same mirror.
    We were fair game
    but we have kept out of the cesspool.
    We are strong.
    We are the good ones.
    Do not discover us
    for we lie together all in green
    like pond weeds.
    Hold me, my young dear, hold me.
    […]

    — Ann Sexton, Rapunzel



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