Sexton, “Said the Poet to the Analyst”

Anne Sexton

Read By: Jahnavi de Sousa

My business is words. Words are like labels,
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
I confess I am only broken by the sources of things;
as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic,
unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings.
I must always forget how one word is able to pick
out another, to manner another, until I have got
something I might have said…
but did not.
Your business is watching my words. But I
admit nothing. I work with my best, for instance,
when I can write my praise for a nickel machine,
that one night in Nevada: telling how the magic jackpot
came clacking three bells out, over the lucky screen.
But if you should say this is something it is not,
then I grow weak, remembering how my hands felt funny
and ridiculous and crowded with all
the believing money.

  • Anne Sexton
  • 20th Century
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Reprinted by permission of SLL/Sterling Lord Literistic, Inc. Copyright by Linda Gray Sexton and Loring Conant Jr. 1981.