Anne Sexton – Live or Die

THE DY-DEE DOLL

My Dy-dee doll

died twice.

Once when I snapped

her head off

and let it float in the toilet

and once under the sun lamp

trying to get warm

she melted.

She was a gloom,

her face embracing

her little bent arms.

She died in all her rubber wisdom.

 

This poem is taken from Sexton’s Pullitzer Prize winning collection ‘Live or Die’.

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