<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Witch's Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a child<br>there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch.<br>All day she peered from her second story<br>window<br>from behind the wrinkled curtains<br>and sometimes she would open the window<br>and yell: Get out of my life!<br>She had hair like kelp<br>and a voice like a boulder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of her sometimes now<br>and wonder if I am becoming her.<br>My shoes turn up like a jester's.<br>Clumps of my hair, as I write this,<br>curl up individually like toes.<br>I am shoveling the children out,<br>scoop after scoop.<br>Only my books anoint me,<br>and a few friends,<br>those who reach into my veins.<br>Maybe I am becoming a hermit,<br>opening the door for only<br>a few special animals?<br>Maybe my skull is too crowded<br>and it has no opening through which<br>to feed it soup?<br>Maybe I have plugged up my sockets<br>to keep the gods in?<br>Maybe, although my heart<br>is a kitten of butter,<br>I am blowing it up like a zeppelin.<br>Yes. It is the witch's life,<br>climbing the primordial climb,<br>a dream within a dream,<br>then sitting here<br>holding a basket of fire.</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=345512" data-title="The Witch's Life de Anne Sexton" data-description="When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had..."></div> </div> </div>

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