Hutch Poem by Anne Sexton

Hutch

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of her arms, this was her sin:
where the wood berries bin
of forest was new and full,
she crept out by its tall
posts, those wooden legs,
and heard the sound of wild pigs.
calling and did not wait nor care.
The leaves wept in her hair
as she sank to a pit of needles
and twisted out the ivyless
gate, where the wood berries bin
was full and a pig came in.

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Paresh Chakra 28 November 2018

So nice poem 10++++++

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Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton

Newton, Massachusetts
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