<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345362" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Baby Picture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's in the heart of the grape<br>where that smile lies.<br>It's in the good-bye-bow in the hair<br>where that smile lies.<br>It's in the clerical collar of the dress<br>where that smile lies.<br>What smile? <br>The smile of my seventh year, <br>caught here in the painted photograph.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's peeling now, age has got it, <br>a kind of cancer of the background<br>and also in the assorted features.<br>It's like a rotten flag<br>or a vegetable from the refrigerator, <br>pocked with mold.<br>I am aging without sound, <br>into darkness, darkness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anne, <br>who are you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I open the vein<br>and my blood rings like roller skates.<br>I open the mouth<br>and my teeth are an angry army.<br>I open the eyes<br>and they go sick like dogs<br>with what they have seen.<br>I open the hair<br>and it falls apart like dust balls.<br>I open the dress<br>and I see a child bent on a toilet seat.<br>I crouch there, sitting dumbly<br>pushing the enemas out like ice cream, <br>letting the whole brown world<br>turn into sweets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anne, <br>who are you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Merely a kid keeping alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345362" data-title="Baby Picture de Anne Sexton" data-description="It's in the heart of the grape where that smile lies. It's in the good-bye-bow in the hair where that smile lies. It's in the clerical collar of the dress where that smile lies. What smile? The smile of my seventh year, caught here in the painte..."></div> </div> </div>

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