dimecres, 16 de gener de 2013

ANNE SEXTON. Carta a la seva filla.

ANNE SEXTON... Carta que va escriure el 1969 a la seva filla Linda
Anne Sexton and her daughter Linda. This is unprecedented but please enjoy a letter Anne Sexton wrote to Linda in 1969:
Wed — 2:45 P.M. Dear Linda, I am in the middle of a flight to St. Louis to give a reading. I was reading a New Yorker story that made me think of my mother and all alone in the seat I whispered to her “I know, Mother, I know.” (Found a pen!) And I thought of you — someday flying somewhere all alone and me dead perhaps and you wishing to speak to me. And I want to speak back. (Linda, maybe it won’t be flying, maybe it will be at your own kitchen table drinking tea some afternoon when you are 40. Anytime.) — I want to say back. 1st, I love you. 2. You never let me down 3. I know. I was there once. I too, was 40 and with a dead mother who I needed still. This is my message to the 40-year-old Linda. No matter what happens you were always my bobolink, my special Linda Gray. Life is not easy. It is awfully lonely. I know that. Now you too know it — wherever you are, Linda, talking to me. But I’ve had a good life — I wrote unhappy — but I lived to the hilt. You too, Linda — Live to the HILT! To the top. I love you, 40-year old Linda, and I love what you do, what you find, what you are! — Be your own woman. Belong to those you love. Talk to my poems, and talk to your heart — I’m in both: if you need me. I lied, Linda. I did love my mother and she loved me. She never held me but I miss her, so that I have to deny I ever loved her — or she me! Silly Anne! So there! XOXOXO Mom
Anne Sexton i la seva filla Linda.
























Div. — 2:45 P.M.



Estimada Linda,
Estic enmig d'un vol a St Louis per donar una lectura. Anava llegint un article del New Yorker que em va fer pensar en ma mare i sola al seient li vaig xiuxiuejar "Ho sé, mare, ho sé."
(Troba un "boli"!) I vaig pensar en tu- algun dia volant cap algun lloc tota sola i jo potser morta i tu desitjant parlar amb mi.I vull parlar amb tu una altra vegada.(Linda, potser no serà volant, potser serà a la teva pròpia taula de la cuina prenent te algun vespre quan tu en tinguis 40. En qualsevol moment.) I vull dir-t'ho de nou.

1r, T'estimo

2n. Mai m'has defraudat.

3r. Ho sé. Hi vaig ser una vegada. Jo també, en tenia 40 i una mare morta a qui encara necessitava.

Aquest és el meu missatge per a la Linda dels 40 anys. No importa el que passi sempre seràs el meu ocellet xerraire, la meva especial Linda Gray. La vida no és fàcil.És espantosament solitari. Ja ho sé. Ara tu també ho saps - allà on estiguis, Linda, parlant amb mi. Però he tingut una bona vida - Vaig escriure trista - però vaig viure fins a l'extrem. Tu també, Linda - Viu al màxim! Fins a dalt.T'estimo, Linda dels 40, i m'encanta el que fas, el que descobreixes, el que ets! - Siguis la teva pròpia dona. Pertany als qui estimes. Parla amb els meus poemes, i parla al seu cor - Sóc en tots dos: si em necessites.Vaig mentir, Linda. M'estimava la meva mare i ella m'estimava a mi. Ella mai em va protegir, però la trobo a faltar, de manera que he de negar que no ens haguéssim estimat. Anne beneita! És el que hi ha!
XOXOXO

Mom
 


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