Today is poet Sharon Olds' birthday, and last week would have been a birthday for Anne Sexton. She was a teenaged runaway turned suburban housewife who started writing poetry after a nervous breakdown.I read her poem "In Celebration of My Uterus" as a high-school student and it inspired in me a great wave of essentialist solidarity with all women. It is a long poem, too long to include here, and too unified to segment, but I would like for you to read it. It is a beautiful poem. You can find it here.
Pictured above is not Anne Sexton nor Sharon Olds, but another artist. One whose poetry is shaved eyebrows and flag dances. She sees herself as a little girl. Edie Beale is like a mother to Lenya.
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"at night alone she marries the bed!!!!!" yes, lenya!
i cannot convey to you how wonderful it feels to be reminded of something that was once so lovely and pure, something i have since forgotten to think of. and to know that i don't have to account for everything, that sometimes lenya is there to account for a fragment of a poem or a piece of my soul that escapes me at present. because you remember me as i experienced myself, and that is friendship.
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