Master of Diaster (patquinnchin) wrote in sextonpoetry,
Master of Diaster

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Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women

I was planning on posting "Self in 1958" because I think it's the most realistic portrayal of patriarchal society ever, but I changed my mind and went with "Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women".
This poem is so heartbreaking to me. And I think it's one of Sexton's most honest works.

(from a song)

Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.

Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.


The hunger part reminds me that honorable mention was "Flee on Your Donkey."
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