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    Anne Sexton - The Starry Night

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    Anne Sexton reads her poem The Starry Night

    The Starry Night
    by Anne Sexton (1928-1974)

    Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother: That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.

    The town does not exist
    except where one black-haired tree slips
    up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
    The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
    Oh starry starry night! This is how
    I want to die.

    It moves. They are all alive.
    Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
    to push children, like a god, from its eye.
    The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
    Oh starry starry night! This is how
    I want to die:

    into that rushing beast of the night,
    sucked up by that great dragon, to split
    from my life with no flag,
    no belly,
    no cry.