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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345461" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death Baby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. DREAMS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was an ice baby.<br>I turned to sky blue.<br>My tears became two glass beads.<br>My mouth stiffened into a dumb howl.<br>They say it was a dream<br>but I remember that hardening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister at six<br>dreamt nightly of my death:<br>'The baby turned to ice.<br>Someone put her in the refrigerator<br>and she turned as hard as a Popsicle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember the stink of the liverwurst.<br>How I was put on a platter and laid<br>between the mayonnaise and the bacon.<br>The rhythm of the refrigerator<br>had been disturbed.<br>The milk bottle hissed like a snake.<br>The tomatoes vomited up their stomachs.<br>The caviar turned to lave.<br>The pimentos kissed like cupids.<br>I moved like a lobster,<br>slower and slower.<br>The air was tiny.<br>The air would not do.<br>*<br>I was at the dogs' party.<br>I was their bone.<br>I had been laid out in their kennel<br>like a fresh turkey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was my sister's dream<br>but I remember that quartering;<br>I remember the sickbed smell<br>of the sawdust floor, the pink eyes,<br>the pink tongues and the teeth, those nails.<br>I had been carried out like Moses<br>and hidden by the paws<br>of ten Boston bull terriers,<br>ten angry bulls<br>jumping like enormous roaches.<br>At first I was lapped,<br>rough as sandpaper.<br>I became very clean.<br>Then my arm was missing.<br>I was coming apart.<br>They loved me until<br>I was gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. THE DY-DEE DOLL</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Dy-dee doll<br>died twice.<br>Once when I snapped<br>her head off<br>and let if float in the toilet<br>and once under the sun lamp<br>trying to get warm<br>she melted.<br>She was a gloom,<br>her face embracing<br>her little bent arms.<br>She died in all her rubber wisdom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. SEVEN TIMES</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I died seven times<br>in seven ways<br>letting death give me a sign,<br>letting death place his mark on my forehead,<br>crossed over, crossed over</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And death took root in that sleep.<br>In that sleep I held an ice baby<br>and I rocked it<br>and was rocked by it.<br>Oh Madonna, hold me.<br>I am a small handful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4.MADONNA</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother died<br>unrocked, unrocked.<br>Weeks at her deathbed<br>seeing her thrust herself against the metal bars,<br>thrashing like a fish on the hook<br>and me low at her high stage,<br>letting the priestess dance alone,<br>wanting to place my head in her lap<br>or even take her in my arms somehow<br>and fondle her twisted gray hair.<br>But her rocking horse was pain<br>with vomit steaming from her mouth.<br>Her belly was big with another child,<br>cancer's baby, big as a football.<br>I could not soothe.<br>With every hump and crack<br>there was less Madonna<br>until that strange labor took her.<br>Then the room was bankrupt.<br>That was the end of her paying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5. MAX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Max and I<br>two immoderate sisters,<br>two immoderate writers,<br>two burdeners,<br>made a pact.<br>To beat death down with a stick.<br>To take over.<br>To build our death like carpenters.<br>When she had a broken back,<br>each night we built her sleep.<br>Talking on the hot line<br>until her eyes pulled down like shades.<br>And we agreed in those long hushed phone calls<br>that when the moment comes<br>we'll talk turkey,<br>we'll shoot words straight from the hip,<br>we'll play it as it lays.<br>Yes,<br>when death comes with its hood<br>we won't be polite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6. BABY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death,<br>you lie in my arms like a cherub,<br>as heavy as bread dough.<br>Your milky wings are as still as plastic.<br>Hair soft as music.<br>Hair the color of a harp.<br>And eyes made of glass,<br>as brittle as crystal.<br>Each time I rock you<br>I think you will break.<br>I rock. I rock.<br>Glass eye, ice eye,<br>primordial eye,<br>lava eye,<br>pin eye,<br>break eye,<br>how you stare back!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the gaze if small children<br>you know all about me.<br>You have worn my underwear.<br>You have read my newspaper.<br>You have seen my father whip me.<br>You have seen my stroke my father's whip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rock. I rock.<br>We plunge back and forth<br>comforting each other.<br>We are stone.<br>We are carved, a pietà<br>that swings.<br>Outside, the world is a chilly army.<br>Outside, the sea is brought to its knees.<br>Outside, Pakistan is swallowed in a mouthful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rock. I rock.<br>You are my stone child<br>with still eyes like marbles.<br>There is a death baby<br>for each of us.<br>We own him.<br>His smell is our smell.<br>Beware. Beware.<br>There is a tenderness.<br>There is a love<br>for this dumb traveler<br>waiting in his pink covers.<br>Someday,<br>heavy with cancer or disaster<br>I will look up at Max<br>and say: It is time.<br>Hand me the death baby<br>and there will be<br>that final rocking.</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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I was an ice baby.
I turned to sky blue.
My tears became two glass beads.
My mouth stiffened into a dumb howl.
They say it was a dream
but I remember that hardening.

My sister at six
dreamt nightly of my death:
'The baby turned to ice...."></div>
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