Robert Lowell (of her) in Anne Sexton: The Artist and Her Critics (edited by J. D. McClatchy)

Sexton, in “The Barfly Ought To Sing” in Triquarterly (1965); reprinted in Ariel Descending: Writings About Sylvia Plath.
Edited by Paul Alexander (New York, 1985).

Somewhere Below the Surface Contributed by Silent-No-More on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 11:56:28 PM in AEST Topic: poets “I see her as having the large, transparent, breakable, and increasingly ragged wings of a dragonfly – her poor, shy, driven life, the blind terror behind her bravado, her deadly increasing pace… her bravery while she lasted.” Robert Lowell (of her) in Anne Sexton: The Artist and Her Critics (edited by J. D. McClatchy) It's undeniable A solid line drawn through the years As time reverses itself, binding all of us She, She, She, And Me (we are but echoes of a sage) A Pulitzer Prize A final act, another pen set down What was that poem I cannot recall? Hers, Hers, Hers, And Mine (the words not yet on the page) pause They spoke, speak To each other often, to me now Eight feet set in the same concrete, six under A New England lane, a Spanish side street Somewhere? That day, the day! How could I have not known?, blind I am, but not dumb- I, like them, cannot be It’s the same silly inkblot, the same response Somehow. October again, again Over and over it taunts me, inquiring How to live the coincidence but not dissect it? When the day, the month, the year are begging so Sometime… breathe I should just climb into bed With a nice piece of cake. “What matters is her poems. These last poems stun me. They eat time.” Sexton, in “The Barfly Ought To Sing” in Triquarterly (1965); reprinted in Ariel Descending: Writings About Sylvia Plath. Edited by Paul Alexander (New York, 1985). Copyright © Silent-No-More ... [ 2004-11-16 23:56:28] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem