Daily Poem: The Nude Swim ~ Anne Sexton
The Nude Swim
~ Anne Sexton
Water so clear you could
read a book through it.
Water so buoyant you could
float on your elbow.
I lay on it as on a divan.
I lay on it just like
Matisse’s Red Odalisque.
Water was my strange flower,
one must picture a woman
without a toga or a scarf
on a couch as deep as a tomb.
The walls of that grotto
were everycolor blue and
you said, ‘Look! Your eyes
are seacolor. Look! Your eyes
are skycolor.’ And my eyes
shut down as if they were
suddenly ashamed.