anne sexton · el sol

    anne sexton el sol     I have heard of fish coming up for the sun who stayed forever, shoulder to shoulder, avenues of fish that never got back, all their proud spots and solitudes sucked out of them. I think of flies who come from their foul...

anne sexton · para mi amante que regresa con su mujer

    para mi amante que regresa con su mujer     Ella está allí, entera. La han preparado atentamente para ti Y te la han mandado desde tu infancia. Te la han mandado desde tus cien edades preferidas. Ella estuvo siempre allí, cariño. Ella es, de...

anne sexton · el musgo de su piel

    el musgo de su piel     Lo único importante era    sonreír y aguantar quieta,   tumbarse junto a él   y descansar un rato,   plegarse juntos,   como si fuéramos seda,   descender de los ojos de madre   y no hablar.   La habitación negra nos...

anne sexton · the black art

      the black art    A woman who writes feels too much those trances and portent ! As if cycles and children and islands weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is...

anne sexton · canción para un camisón rojo

      anne sexton poemas de amor canción para un camisón rojo     ediciones linteo traducción de ben clark complete poems anne sexton houghton mifflin company boston love poems (1969)     song for a red nightgown     No....

anne sexton · murciélago

    bat   His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my fingers, a kind of webbing, a kind of frog. Surely when first born my face was this tiny and before I was born surely I could fly. Not well, mind you, only a veil...