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  “You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself” — Buddha

• .: Random Poem :.

  • Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women (Anne Sexton)
    
    (from a song)
    
    Perhaps I was born kneeling,
    born coughing on the long winter,
    born expecting the kiss of mercy,
    born with a passion for quickness
    and yet, as things progressed,
    I learned early about the stockade
    or taken out, the fume of the enema.
    By two or three I learned not to kneel,
    not to expect, to plant my fires underground
    where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
    could be whispered to or laid down to die.
    
    Now that I have written many words,
    and let out so many loves, for so many,
    and been altogether what I always wasâ€"
    a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
    I find the effort useless.
    Do I not look in the mirror,
    these days,
    and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
    Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
    that I would rather die than look
    into its face?
    I kneel once more,
    in case mercy should come
    in the nick of time.
    
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