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Wednesday, September 26, 2007
498. The Starry Night - Anne Sexton
"That does not keep me from having a terrible
need of––shall I say the word––religion. Then I
go out at night to paint the stars."
Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.
It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:
into the rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.
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