<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345478" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fury Of Beautiful Bones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing me a thrush, bone. <br>Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. <br>Sing me a sweetbread fr an old grandfather. <br>Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for you are my love. <br>Oh sing, bone bag man, sing. <br>Your head is what I remember that August <br>you were in love with another woman but <br>that didn't matter. I was the guy of your <br>bones, your fingers long and nubby, your <br>forehead a beacon, bare as marble and I worried <br>you like an odor because you had not quite forgotten, <br>bone bag man, garlic in the North End, <br>the book you dedicated, naked as a fish, <br>naked as someone drowning into his own mouth. <br>I wonder, Mr. Bone man, what you're thinking <br>of your fury now, gone sour as a sinking whale, <br>crawling up the alphabet on her own bones. <br>Am I in your ear still singing songs in the rain, <br>me of the death rattle, me of the magnolias, <br>me of the sawdust tavern at the city's edge. <br>Women have lovely bones, arms, neck, thigh <br>and I admire them also, but your bones <br>supersede loveliness. They are the tough <br>ones that get broken and reset. I just can't <br>answer for you, only for your bones, <br>round rulers, round nudgers, round poles, <br>numb nubkins, the sword of sugar. <br>I feel the skull, Mr. Skeleton, living its <br>own life in its own skin.</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=345478" data-title="The Fury Of Beautiful Bones de Anne Sexton" data-description="Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old grandfather. Sing me a foot and a doorknob, for you are my love. Oh sing, bone bag man, sing. Your head is what I remember that August you were in love ..."></div> </div> </div>

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