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Said The Poet To The Analyst - Anne Sexton

por Carla Hilário Quevedo, em 21.03.08

My business is words. Words are like labels,

or coins, or better, like swarming bees.

I confess I am only broken by the sources of things;

as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic,

unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings.

I must always forget who one words is able to pick

out another, to manner another, until I have got

something I might have said...

but did not.

Your business is watching my words. But I

admit nothing. I worth with my best, for instances,

when I can write my praise for a nickel machine,

that one night in Nevada: telling how the magic jackpot

came clacking three bells out, over the lucky screen.

But if you should say this is something it is not,

then I grow weak, remembering how my hands felt funny

and ridiculous and crowded with all

the believing money.

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