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His awful skin
stretched out by some tradesman
is like my skin, here between my fingers,
a kind of webbing, a kind of frog.
Surely when first born my face was this tiny
and before I was born surely I could fly.
Not well, mind you, only a veil of skin
from my arms to my waist.
I flew at night, too. Not to be seen
for if I were I’d be taken down.
In August perhaps as the trees rose to the stars
I have flown from leaf to leaf in the thick dark.
If you had caught me with your flashlight
you would have seen a pink corpse with wings,
out, out, from her mother’s belly, all furry
and hoarse skimming over the houses, the armies.
That’s why the dogs of your house sniff me.
They know I’m something to be caught
somewhere in the cemetery hanging upside down
like a misshapen udder. ”
stretched out by some tradesman
is like my skin, here between my fingers,
a kind of webbing, a kind of frog.
Surely when first born my face was this tiny
and before I was born surely I could fly.
Not well, mind you, only a veil of skin
from my arms to my waist.
I flew at night, too. Not to be seen
for if I were I’d be taken down.
In August perhaps as the trees rose to the stars
I have flown from leaf to leaf in the thick dark.
If you had caught me with your flashlight
you would have seen a pink corpse with wings,
out, out, from her mother’s belly, all furry
and hoarse skimming over the houses, the armies.
That’s why the dogs of your house sniff me.
They know I’m something to be caught
somewhere in the cemetery hanging upside down
like a misshapen udder. ”
—Anne Sexton
24thday ofJanuaryin the year2012
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23rdday ofJanuaryin the year2012
I am no longer broken about the things I have forgotten.
23rdday ofJanuaryin the year2012
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To say “I love you” one must know first how to say the “I ”
—Ayn Rand, ‘The Fountainhead’
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Not only have I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, I remain unconvinced that the distinction matters. ”
—Joan Didion
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Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know. ”
—Carl Jung
