<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet Of Ignorance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps the earth is floating,<br>I do not know.<br>Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups<br>made by some giant scissors,<br>I do not know.<br>Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear,<br>I do not know.<br>Perhaps God is only a deep voice<br>heard by the deaf,<br>I do not know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps I am no one.<br>True, I have a body<br>and I cannot escape from it.<br>I would like to fly out of my head,<br>but that is out of the question.<br>It is written on the tablet of destiny<br>that I am stuck here in this human form.<br>That being the case<br>I would like to call attention to my problem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is an animal inside me,<br>clutiching fast to my heart,<br>a huge carb.<br>The doctors of Boston<br>have thrown up their hands.<br>They have tried scalpels,<br>needles, poison gasses adn the like.<br>The crab remains.<br>It is a great weight.<br>I try to forget it, go about my business,<br>cook the broccoli, open the shut books,<br>brush my teeth and tie my shoes.<br>I have tried prayer<br>but as I pray the crab grips harder<br>and the pain enlarges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a dream once, <br>perhaps it was a dream,<br>that the crab was my ignorance of God.<br>But who am I to believe in dreams?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</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=345502" data-title="The Poet Of Ignorance de Anne Sexton" data-description="Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant scissors, I do not know. Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear, I do not know. Perhaps God is only a deep voice heard by the deaf, I do not know..."></div> </div> </div>

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