Anne Sexton - Hutch lyrics

of her arms, this was her sin: where the wood berries bin of forest was new and full, she crept out by its tall posts, those wooden legs, and heard the sound of wild pigs. calling and did not wait nor care. The leaves wept in her hair as she sank to a pit of needles and twisted out the ivyless gate, where the wood berries bin was full and a pig came in.