I found this poem in The Norton Anthology of American Literature. This was my literature book last semester. This poem is very interesting to me. I am not really sure what all of it means or what all of it is suppose to be symbolizing. I do however think it is very descriptive.

The Starry Night

The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.

The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.
~Anne Sexton