Frenzy

I am reading Lauren Winner-- Still: Notes on a Mid-Faith Crisis, to be exact. In it she quotes a poem by Anne Sexton that's so beautiful that it edges toward being painful to read.

Truthfully, I'm not sure what I like best-- the poem, or that Lauren likes it.

I think I'm a fan of them both.

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Anne Sexton - Frenzy

I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
Not lazy.
When a lazy man, they say,
looks toward heaven,
the angels close the windows.

Oh angels,
keep the windows open
so that I may reach in
and steal each object,
objects that tell me the sea is not dying,
objects that tell me the dirt has a life-wish,
that the Christ who walked for me,
walked on true ground
and that this frenzy,
like bees stinging the heart all morning,
will keep the angels
with their windows open,
wide as an English bathtub.