And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf.
- Anne Sexton, from "You, Doctor Martin"
I love YouTube. And I love Anne Sexton -- the first poet I loved for no good intellectual reason, simply because of this one stanza, and for the line: "I am queen of this summer hotel, or the laughing bee on a stalk of death." This morning I found some rare clips of Sexton reading her work on YouTube, and have managed to waste the whole morning watching her.