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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Consecrating Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand before the sea<br>and it rolls and rolls in its green blood<br>saying, 'Do not give up one god<br>for I have a handful.'<br>The trade winds blew<br>in their twelve-fingered reversal<br>and I simply stood on the beach<br>while the ocean made a cross of salt<br>and hung up its drowned<br>and they cried Deo Deo.<br>The ocean offered them up in the vein of its might.<br>I wanted to share this<br>but I stood alone like a pink scarecrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ocean steamed in and out,<br>the ocean gasped upon the shore<br>but I could not define her,<br>I could not name her mood, her locked-up faces.<br>Far off she rolled and rolled<br>like a woman in labor<br>and I thought of those who had crossed her,<br>in antiquity, in nautical trade, in slavery, in war.<br>I wondered how she had borne those bulwarks.<br>She should be entered skin to skin,<br>and put on like one's first or last cloth,<br>envered like kneeling your way into church,<br>descending into that ascension,<br>though she be slick as olive oil,<br>as she climbs each wave like an embezzler of white.<br>The big deep knows the law as it wears its gray hat,<br>though the ocean comes in its destiny,<br>with its one hundred lips,<br>and in moonlight she comes in her nudity,<br>flashing breasts made of milk-water,<br>flashing buttocks made of unkillable lust,<br>and at night when you enter her<br>you shine like a neon soprano.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am that clumsy human<br>on the shore<br>loving you, coming, coming,<br>going,<br>and wish to put my thumb on you<br>like The Song of Solomon.</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>
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and it rolls and rolls in its green blood
saying, 'Do not give up one god
for I have a handful.'
The trade winds blew
in their twelve-fingered reversal
and I simply stood on the beach
while the ocean made a cross of salt
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