THE AMBITION BIRD
by Anne Sexton
So it has come to this ā
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine
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like a frog following
a sundial yet having an electric
seizure at the quarter hour.
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The business of words keeps me awake.
I am drinking cocoa,
the warm brown mama.
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I would like a simple life
yet all night I am laying
poems away in a long box.
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It is my iā¦