The Starry Night-Anne Sexton

[littlefotogeek.livejournal.com]

The town does not exist
except whre 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.


I love this poem. Anne Sexton is a favorite of mine.

Comments

[mylastsuicide.livejournal.com]

I love reading that poem because my sister conveinently has the poster of starry night in her room and I always run back and forth from the computer to her room to get the full effect of the poem and painting at the same time! Yeah, I am weird, but hey, I thought it was cool :)

[littlefotogeek.livejournal.com]

heh it's cool i'm a weirdo as well. all my friends think i'm a freak cuz i actually enjoi reading. i go to the library pretty often to check out books. mostly stuff on philosophy and poetry. god, i'm a geek. oh well. Starry Night, by Van Gogh, is that right? I love that painting. I think it's so beautiful. Heh. I'm such a cheeseball...

[amberdawnpullin.livejournal.com]

anne sexton is a favorite of mine too.
i have her collected poems and i loved
reading through them. she was an amazing
confessional poet. one of the best.