For The Year Of The Insane

Oct 24, 2008 20:57


(a prayer)

O Mary, fragile mother,
hear me, hear me now
although I do not know your words.
The black rosary with its silver Christ
lies unblessed in my hand
for I am the unbeliever.
Each bead is round and hard between my fingers,
a small black angel.
O Mary, permit me this grace,
this crossing over,
although I am ugly,
submerged in my own past
and my own ( Read more... )

anne sexton, poetry

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Yo anonymous January 11 2009, 04:43:04 UTC
Word up,

Nice to see you (and Sarah) today Cranky!

Will get onto the Sondre Lerche tape.

Hope to see you soon...Frances

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