Erica Jong - Dear Anne Sexton lyrics

On line at the supermarket waiting for the tally, the blue numerals tattooed on the white skins of paper, I read your open book of folly and take heart, poet of my heart. The poet as a housewife! Keeper of steak & liver, keeper of keys, locks, razors, keeper of blood & apples, of breasts & angels, Jesus & beautiful women, keeper also of women who are not beautiful- you glide in from Cape Ann on your winged broomstick- the housewife's Pegasus. You are sweeping the skies clear of celestial rubbish. You are placing a child there, a heart here. . . . You are singing for your supper. Dearest wordmother & hunger-teacher, full professor of courage, dean of women in my school of books, thank you. I have checked out pounds of meat & cans of soup. I walk home laden, light with writing you.