Us

I've just done a reading from Anne Sexton's poem, Us. Also, i added Moondog's Pastoral as the background song, because i think it's perfectly fit the whole words there. I love this song to the softest touch of velvety hands. Here's the link to my reading. 

http://soundcloud.com/prinkasaraswati/prinka-saraswati-us-anne

I was wrapped in black

fur and white fur and

you undid me and then

you placed me in gold light

and then you crowned me,

while snow fell outside

the door in diagonal darts.

While a ten-inch snow

came down like stars

in small calcium fragments,

we were in our own bodies

(that room that will bury us)

and you were in my body

(that room that will outlive us)

and at first I rubbed your

feet dry with a towel

because I was your slave

and then you called me princess.

Princess.

Oh then

I stood up in my gold skin

and I beat down the psalms

and I beat down the clothes

and you undid the bridle

and you undid the reins

and I undid the buttons,

the bones, the confusions,

the New England postcards,

the January ten o'clock night,

and we rose up like wheat,

acre after acre of gold,

and we harvested,

we harvested.