She compared words to swarming bees,
Sometimes to dead ones also,
With their emptied eyes and yellow husk bodies.
Her infant child’s lips were animals,
Little hungry thirsty animals
Hoping to find warmth in cold institutional beds
Where there isn’t any.
*** I discovered Anne Sexton and her poetry, and it has already inspired more than a few poems. Everyone talks about Sylvia Plath…. There were other mad contemporaries just as good if not better. ***