Another beautiful poem from Anne Sexton in which she perfectly expresses the joy of finding enlightenment, the epiphany and ecstasy of it noted through her surreal descriptions of a city at night: the street lights on the river 'all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening/their mouths as wide as opera singers,' and the stars 'my little campaigners'.
I love her view that truth has a 'charm' and the 'constants' of it we try so hard to 'hoard' in night and then wake in morning, in the cold light of day only to fnd them 'gone.' How true.
Just Once - Anne Sexton
Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small humped bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.