<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345441" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Abortion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somebody who should have been born <br>is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just as the earth puckered its mouth, <br>each bud puffing out from its knot,<br>I changed my shoes, and then drove south.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up past the Blue Mountains, where <br>Pennsylvania humps on endlessly,<br>wearing, like a crayoned cat, its green hair,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its roads sunken in like a gray washboard; <br>where, in truth, the ground cracks evilly, <br>a dark socket from which the coal has poured,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somebody who should have been born<br>is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the grass as bristly and stout as chives,<br>and me wondering when the ground would break, <br>and me wondering how anything fragile survives;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">up in Pennsylvania, I met a little man,<br>not Rumpelstiltskin, at all, at all… <br>he took the fullness that love began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Returning north, even the sky grew thin<br>like a high window looking nowhere.<br>The road was as flat as a sheet of tin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somebody who should have been born <br>is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, woman, such logic will lead<br>to loss without death. Or say what you meant, <br>you coward…this baby that I bleed.</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=345441" data-title="The Abortion de Anne Sexton" data-description="Somebody who should have been born is gone. Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from its knot, I changed my shoes, and then drove south. Up past the Blue Mountains, where Pennsylvania humps on endlessly, wearing, like a..."></div> </div> </div>

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