Re: Anne Sexton-The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator 孤独自慰人的歌 | Jul 15 2007- 1: Anne Sexton The Sickness Unto Death
God went out of me
as if the sea dried up like sandpaper,
as if the sun became latrine.
God went out of my fingers.
They became stone.
My body became a side of mutton
and despair roamed the slaughterhouse...
I did not hear the bird sounds.
They had left.
I did not see the speechless clouds,
I saw only the little white dish of my faith
breaking in the crater.
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2. Emily Dickinson, After Great Pain
This is the Hour of Lead---
Remembered, if outlived,
As freezing persons, recollect the snow---
First---Chill---then Stupor---then the letting go---
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