Anne Sexton - End, Middle, Beginning lyrics

There was an unwanted child. Aborted by three modern methods she hung on to the womb, hooked onto I building her house into it and it was to no avail, to black her out. At her birth she did not cry, spanked indeed, but did not yell- instead snow fell out of her mouth. As she grew, year by year, her hair turned like a rose in a vase, and bled down her face. Rocks were placed on her to keep the growing silent, and though they bruised, they did not k**, though k** was tangled into her beginning. They locked her in a football but she merely curled up and pretended it was a warm doll's house. They pushed insects in to bite her off and she let them crawl into her eyes pretending they were a puppet show. Later, later, grown fully, as they say, they gave her a ring, and she wore it like a root and said to herself, 'To be not loved is the human condition,' and lay like a stature in her bed. Then once, by terrible chance, love took her in his big boat and she shoveled the ocean in a scalding joy. Then, slowly, love seeped away, the boat turned into paper and she knew her fate, at last. Turn where you belong, into a deaf mute that metal house, let him drill you into no one.