also from erotic poems
72.
wild (at our first) beasts uttered human words
—our second coming made stones sing like birds—
but o the starhushed silence with our third’s
This Frenzy
this frenzy / like bees stinging the heart all morning Anne Sexton
also from erotic poems
72.
wild (at our first) beasts uttered human words
—our second coming made stones sing like birds—
but o the starhushed silence with our third’s
This Frenzy 