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From : entropicempire
Added: Dec 22, 2007
Anne Sexton's reading of her poem "All my Pretty Ones" mixed with Peter Gabriel's "Mercy Street - For Anne Sexton" from the 1986 album "so". [images taken from the net] Anne Sexton: "All My Pretty Ones" [text in brackets has been omitted] Peter Gabriel: "Mercy Street - For Anne Sexton" Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling its stone to your heart, leaving me here to shuffle and disencumber you from the residence you could not afford: a gold key, your half of a woolen mill, twenty suits from Dunne's, an English Ford, the love and legal verbiage of another will, boxes of pictures of people I do not know. I touch their cardboard faces. They must go. [But the eyes, as thick as wood in this album, hold me. I stop here, where a small boy waits in a ruffled dress for someone to come ... for this soldier who holds his bugle like a toy or for this velvet lady who cannot smile. Is this your father's father, this commodore in a mailman suit? My father, time meanwhile has made it unimportant who you are looking for. Ill never know what these faces are all about. I lock them into their book and throw them out.] looking down on empty streets, all she can see are the dreams all made solid are the dreams all made real all of the buildings, all of those cars were once just a dream in somebody's head she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam she pictures a soul with no leak at the seam lets take the boat out wait until darkness let's take the boat out wait until darkness comes nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey nowhere in the suburbs in the cold light of day there in the midst of it so alive and alone words support like bone dreaming of mercy st. wear your inside out dreaming of mercy in your daddy's arms again dreaming of mercy st. 'swear they moved that sign dreaming of mercy in your daddy's arms This is the yellow scrapbook that you began the year I was born; as crackling now and wrinkly as tobacco leaves: clippings where Hoover outran the Democrats, wiggling his dry finger at me and Prohibition; news where the Hindenburg went down and recent years where you went flush on war. This year, solvent but sick, you meant to marry that pretty widow in a one-month rush. But before you had that second chance, I cried on your fat shoulder. Three days later you died. pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth tugging at the darkness, word upon word confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box to the priest; he's the doctor he can handle the shocks dreaming of the tenderness, tremble in the hips of kissing Mary's lips dreaming of mercy st. wear your insides out dreaming of mercy in your daddy's arms again dreaming of mercy st. 'swear they moved that sign looking for mercy in your daddy's arms These are the snapshots of marriage, stopped in places. Side by side at the rail toward Nassau now; here, with the winner's cup at the speedboat races, [here, in tails at the Cotillion, you take a bow,] here, by our kennel of dogs with their pink eyes, running like show-bred pigs in their chain-link pen; here, at the horseshow where my sister wins a prize; and here, standing like a duke among groups of men. Now I fold you down, my drunkard, my navigator, my first lost keeper, to love or look at later. I hold a five-year diary that my mother kept for three years, telling all she does not say of your alcoholic tendency. You overslept, she writes. My God, father, each Christmas Day with your blood, will I drink down your glass of wine? The diary of your hurly-burly years goes to my shelf to wait for my age to pass. Only in this hoarded span will love persevere. Whether you are pretty or not, I outlive you, bend down my strange face to yours and forgive you. Anne, with her father is out in the boat riding the water riding the waves on the sea. _______________________________________ "sometimes i wish i could talk to you in capitals because, you know, they're so BIG... " the music of 200 lurkers: http://www.200lurkers.com
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