(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Small Wire

My faith
is a great weight
hung on a small wire,
as doth the spider
hang her baby on a thin web,
as doth the vine,
twiggy and wooden,
hold up grapes
like eyeballs,
as many angels
dance on the head of a pin.

God does not need
too much wire to keep Him there,
just a thin vein,
with blood pushing back and forth in it,
and some love.
As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
So if you have only a thin wire,
God does not mind.
He will enter your hands
as easily as ten cents used to
bring forth a Coke.

by Anne Sexton

Comments (1)

I love this! A love poem totally off the wall and coming from a such an off the wall perspective. I think you could make a love poem of anything. I love the nearness and the tenderness and the togetherness. In an X-ray of your love all you would see is your hearts beating in time together. It's good to know that such love exists! This cuts to the bone and goes clean through to the heart. GinaXXX