Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
The fourth poet chair for the museum that I made is Anne Sexton’s, based on her poem “Her Kind.”
Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light; Continue reading “Her Kind”
In the kitchen, I look through the window
On the east wall and see the sun
Hazy behind the new curtain of honeysuckle
On the barbed wire fence
And through the window
On the west wall, the grey sky
And the rain creasing brown oak leaves
In the ditch where the dandelions
Are sprouting. But there is no divide Continue reading “Before the Flood”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 