ESSENTIALLY A SPY: Journal entry, Sister Teresa of Calcutta, February 1949

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Journal entry, Sister Teresa of Calcutta, February 1949

Today, my God, what tortures of loneliness. I wonder how long my heart will suffer this. Tears rolled and rolled. Everyone sees my weakness. My God, give me courage now. Let me not draw back from the Sacrifice I have made of my free choice and conviction.

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from Angels of the Love Affair by Anne Sexton

3. ANGEL OF FLIGHT AND SLEIGH BELLS
Angel of flight and sleigh bells, do you know paralysis,
that ether house where your arms and legs are cement?
You are as still as a yardstick.
You have a doll's kiss.
The brain whirls in a fit.
The brain is not evident.

I have gone to that same place without a germ or a stroke.
A little solo act-that lady with the brain that broke.

In this fashion I have become a tree. I have become a vase you can pick up or drop at will, inanimate at last. What unusual luck! My body passively resisting. Part of the leftovers. Part of the kill.

Angels of flight, you soarer, you flapper, you floater, you gull that grows out of my back in the dreams I prefer, stay near.
But give me the totem. Give me the shut eye where I stand in stone shoes as the world's bicycle goes by.

ESSENTIALLY A SPY

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Journal entry, Sister Teresa of Calcutta, February 1949

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from Angels of the Love Affair by Anne Sexton

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