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The Fury Of Sunsets

Something
Cold is in the air,
An aura of ice
And phlegm.
All day I’ve built
A lifetime and now
The sun sinks to
Undo it.
The horizon bleeds
And sucks its thumb.
The little red thumb
Goes out of sight.
And I wonder about
This lifetime with myself,
This dream I’m living.
I could eat the sky
Like an apple
But I’d rather
Ask the first star:
Why am I here?
Why do I live in this house?
Who’s responsible?
Eh?


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Poem The Fury Of Sunsets - Anne Sexton
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