Date: Thu, 12 Oct 1995 02:36:39 -0700 
      From: girly loop (kelli@NETCOM.COM) 
      Subject: a poem, by anne sexton. actual 4ad content buried
      inside...


  --  The Fury Of Sunsets  --

  Something
  cold is in the air,
  an aura of ice
  and phlegm.
  All day i've built
  a lifetime and now
  the sun sinks to
  undo it.
  The horizon bleeds
  and sucks it's thumb.
  The little red thumb
  goes out of sight.
  And i wonder about
  this lifetime with myself,
  this dream i'm living.
  I could eat the sky
  like an apple
  but i'd rather
  ask the first star:
  why am i here?
  why do i live in this house?
  who's responsible?
  eh?



  think filigree & shadow....

  me thinks mr. watts-russell is a fond admirer of anne's...which, despite
  the recent lackluster signings {ok, tarnation aren't lackluster, but
  these are certainly not the glory days of 4ad}, makes me like and respect
  the big guy still.

  "acid, bitter and sad" is made up entirely of anne sexton quotes from
  various poems {these have been posted before}. in fact, in reading the
  other night, i stumbled across a poem with another TMC connection...
  rather fitting, TMC and anne sexton. they go together so very well...

  consider the lilies,
  *k*

  ...gonna fly so far, gonna kiss that star...