The Visionaries
An Imaginary discussion between Rimbaud and Anna Sexton
Anne Sexton
If you don’t really exist, are, in fact, a fantasy, speaking to me of the things I love, the oceans, the mountains, as a poet, touching me with tenderness, and yet I know you are not real. But you are what I need right now. Perhaps I made you up. I brought to me a man who sparkles like the freshly fallen…