A Recently Discovered "Lost" Poem by Anne Sexton (1928-1974)

Winter Colony

 Stylishly, in the white season,

we come here wearing awkward logs

on our feet, to skate on icebergs,

to ride pulleys into the sky

and ride the sky down.

 

We ride the sky down,

our voices falling back behind us,

unraveling like smooth threads.

Say, I am the air I break; or say,

I am a spool unwinding.

 

I am the spool that unwound

while riding the sky down, that waits

now to ride the pulley back into the sky,

that comes here, stylishly,

each weekend, for the same trick

in the white season.

 

from The Christian Science Monitor, February 12, 1959