anne sexton lendo her kind. abre. acompanhe lendo a poesia. mesmo que não compreenda. apenas sinta. sinta.

" i have gone out, a possesed witch,

haunting the black air, braver at night;

dreaming evil, i have done my hitch

over the plain houses, light by light:

lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.

a woman like that is not awoman, quite.

i have been her kind.

i have found the warm caves in the woods,

filled them with skillers, carvings, shelves,

closets, silks, innumerable goods;

fixed the suppers for the worms and elves;

whinning, rearranging the disaligned.

a woman like that is misunderstood.

i have been her kind.

i have ridden in your cart, driver.

waved my nude arms at villages going by.

learning the last bright routes, survivor.

where your flames still bite my thigh

and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.

a woman like that is not ashamed to die.

i have been her kind. "

( her kind - anne sexton, the complete poems. )