Thinking Of Anne Sexton
T Tom Billsborough
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You tear at every fibre of my being,
Every hurt exposed to public view
The depth of suffering
Almost past our bearing
But lovers of true verse, love you.
I often read your poem, Doctor Martin,
And wish I had the courage that you own,
How much your tortured introspection
Moves me to many tears once again.
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