Excepts from a poem titled "Admonitions to a Special Person", written a few months before Anne Sexton took her own life. The poem in it's entirity is fascinating; I read it as a summary of all the advice she wanted to pass on. These are the small portions I wanted to share.
Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.
Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes),
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won't be heard
and none of your running will run.
Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
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oh melia. i haven't talked to you in forever, but i am so happy to see you are still posting, even if its just once in a blue moon. poetry on love and knowledge --it's so you-- you little braniac, and i hope you're continuing to grow in both. well, i am being transfered to arlington in may and if you are still planning on heading out that way, we simply must get together. i miss you much and i will call you soon. i hope all is well, babe. love ya!
liz
Happy valintine's day melia. I hope you are well.
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