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Je demeure dans une rue près d'la Seine Où l'on fait depuis trois s'maines Des fouilles et des travaux Pour faire passer le métro De ma fenêtre, tout en fumant des pipes Je regarde les équipes Dont les hommes sont occupés A faire un trou dans mon quai...

Father, this year’s jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling its stone to your heart, leaving me here to shuffle and disencumber you from the residence you could not afford: a gold key, your half of...

There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning, in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning, in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning, in the spoon and...

for anne sexton looking down on empty streets, all she can see are the dreams all made solid are the dreams all made real all of the buildings, all of the cars were once just a dream in somebody's head she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam...

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