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He is all decay.
Fairytales have a power few of us realize. The stories shape with Truman's asexual voice:
many of our fantasies as children; they also condition us to I am your dwarf.
accept traditional gender roles as we grow up. Anne Sexton
understood their power and influence. She brilliantly tapped I am the enemy within.
into that power and transformed the tales in a way that
forces the reader to look at them with fresh eyes. In her I am the boss of your dreams.
poem Rumpelstiltskin, Anne Sexton takes a grim and twisted No. I am not the law in your mind,
approach to the already grim and twisted version originated
by the Brothers Grimm. But this is more than just a fairy the grandfather of watchfulness.
tail . . . . lying just beneath the surface whispers a
commentary on the burdens and fears of women in a society I am the law of your members,
shaped by male dominance. Rumpelstiltskin by Anne the kindred of blackness and impulse.
Sexton.
See. Your hand shakes.
spin gold out of common straw. and no child will ever call me Papa
or she would die like a criminal. and no child will ever call me Papa.
Luscious and round and sleek. she cried. Can you perhaps
of course, huge aquamarine tears. and she gave him her necklace
He was as ugly as a wart. When the king saw what she had done
Little thing, what are you? she cried. he put her in a bigger room of straw
With his tiny no-sex voice he replied: and threatened death once more.
and no child will ever call me Papa. Again he spun the straw into gold.
but this time he promised but the queen thought him in pearl.
to marry her if she succeeded. She gave him her dumb lactation,
But she had nothing to give him. And then the dwarf appeared
Without a reward the dwarf would not spin. to claim his prize.
three days to guess my name Around that fire a ridiculous little man
throughout the land to find names The next day the queen's only child will be mine.
of the most unusual sort. Not even the census taker knows
But each time the dwarf replied: Her breath blew bubbles.
On the third day the messenger He cried: The devil told you that!
came back with a strange story. He stamped his right foot into the ground
As I came around the corner of the wood Then he tore himself in two.
where the fox says good night to the hare Somewhat like a split broiler.
I saw a little house with a fire He laid his two sides down on the floor,
one part soft as a woman,
SOURCE INFORMATION
Author: Anne Sexton
Book: Transformations
ISBN: 978-0618083435
Publisher: Mariner Books
Date (Month/Year): Feb 2001
AWARD HISTORY
2004 National Qualifier