Many a miner has gone <br />into the deep pit <br />to receive the dust of a kiss, <br />an ore-cell. <br />He has gone with his lamp <br />full of mole eyes <br />deep deep and has brought forth <br />Jesus at Gethsemane. <br />Body of moss, body of glass, <br />body of peat, how sharp <br />you lie, emerald as heavy <br />as a golf course, ruby as dark <br />as an afterbirth, <br />diamond as white as sun <br />on the sea, coal, dark mother, <br />brood mother, let the sea birds <br />bring you into our lives <br />as from a distant island, <br />heavy as death.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fury-of-jewels-and-coal/
