07 December 2008

The Fury of Rainstorms

I have become more and more interested in poetry over the years.  I came across this poem last night and found it interesting and well written, albeit quite dark.  My very wonderful friend and neighbor contacted me this afternoon after reading this post, inquiring as to my interest, and perhaps reasoning to include this particular poem in my blog.   Perhaps I need to seek out some poetry that is less brooding and depressive, especially during the holiday season!    Or, perhaps, all of the studying this semester has caused me to have questionable taste in poetry  ;)

The Fury of Rainstorms by Anne Sexton

The rain drums down like red ants,
each bouncing off my window.
The ants are in great pain
and they cry out as they hit
as if their little legs were only
stitched on and their head pasted,
and oh they bring to mind the grave,
so humble, so willing to be beat upon
with its awful lettering and
the body lying underneath
without an umbrella.
Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.

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