Darkness <br />as black as your eyelid, <br />poketricks of stars, <br />the yellow mouth, <br />the smell of a stranger, <br />dawn coming up, <br />dark blue, <br />no stars, <br />the smell of a love, <br />warmer now <br />as authentic as soap, <br />wave after wave <br />of lightness <br />and the birds in their chains <br />going mad with throat noises, <br />the birds in their tracks <br />yelling into their cheeks like clowns, <br />lighter, lighter, <br />the stars gone, <br />the trees appearing in their green hoods, <br />the house appearing across the way, <br />the road and its sad macadam, <br />the rock walls losing their cotton, <br />lighter, lighter, <br />letting the dog out and seeing <br />fog lift by her legs, <br />a gauze dance, <br />lighter, lighter, <br />yellow, blue at the tops of trees, <br />more God, more God everywhere, <br />lighter, lighter, <br />more world everywhere, <br />sheets bent back for people, <br />the strange heads of love <br />and breakfast, <br />that sacrament, <br />lighter, yellower, <br />like the yolk of eggs, <br />the flies gathering at the windowpane, <br />the dog inside whining for good <br />and the day commencing, <br />not to die, not to die, <br />as in the last day breaking, <br />a final day digesting itself, <br />lighter, lighter, <br />the endless colors, <br />the same old trees stepping toward me, <br />the rock unpacking its crevices, <br />breakfast like a dream <br />and the whole day to live through, <br />steadfast, deep, interior. <br />After the death, <br />after the black of black, <br />the lightness, - <br />not to die, not to die - <br />that God begot.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fury-of-sunrises/
