Love? ...
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
Special person...
I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you'll root
and the real green thing will come.
Let go. Let go.
Oh special person,
possible leaves,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
in CELEBRATION,
for you,
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon.
-Anne Sexton, excerpt from Admonitions to a Special Person
You can read the whole poem here.
Today this is my poem to you.
love, elizabeth
I needed to read this today. You are loved, Miss Elizabeth, today and always.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great poem! Love it, and haven't read it before! ;) Thanks for the share!
ReplyDeleteThank you for introducing me to this lovely poem :)
ReplyDeleteSo thoughtful...thanks for sharing Anne with us...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteCould you tell me the meaning of "happened balloon"? Thanks so much.
ReplyDeleteJone, San Diego