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Dear White Ponies

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“Mother,

strange goddess face

above my milk home,

that delicate asylum,

I ate you up.

 

All my need took

you down like a meal.

 

What you gave

I remember in a dream:

the freckled arms binding me,

the laugh somewhere over my woolly hat,

the blood fingers tying me shoe,

the breasts hanging like two bats

and then darting at me,

bending me down.

 

The breasts I knew at midnight

beat like the sea in me now.

Mother, I put bees in my mouth

to keep from eating

yet it did you no good.

In the end they cut off your breasts

and milk poured from them

into the surgeon’s hand

and he embraced them.

I took them from him

and planted them.

 

I have put a padlock

on you, Mother, dear dead human,

so that your great bells,

those dear white ponies,

can go galloping, galloping,

wherever you are.

Read by NSmith
Sexton, Anne. “Dreaming the Breasts”, The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton. New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1981.

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