Torn Down From Glory Daily

Anne Sexton

Torn Down From Glory DailyAll day we watched the gulls

striking the top of the sky

and riding the blown roller coaster.

Up there

godding the whole blue world

and shrieking at a snip of land.

Now, like children,

we climb down humps of rock

with a bag of dinner rolls,

left over,

and spread them gently on stone,

leaving six crusts for an early king.

A single watcher comes hawking in,

rides the current round its hunger

and hangs

carved in silk

until it throbs up suddenly,

out, and one inch over water;

to come again

smoothing over the slap tide.

To come bringing its flock, like a city

of wings that fall from the air.

They wait, each like a wooden decoy

or soft like a pigeon or

a sweet snug duck:

until one moves, moves that dart-beak

breaking over. It has the bread.

The world is full of them,

a world of beasts

thrusting for one rock.

Just four scoop out the bread

and go swinging over Gloucester

to the top of the sky.

Oh see how

they cushion their fishy bellies

with a brother’s crumb.
A final reminder that we’ll be reading and discussing the poetry of Anne Sexton this Thursday, July 27. See the SCHEDULE PAGE for a list of poems to be featured.


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