"Young" A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was summer as long as I could remember, Ilay on the lawn at night, clover wrinkling over me. the wise stars bedding over me, my mother's window a funnel of yellow heat running out. my father's window, half shut. an eye where sleepers pass, and the boards of the house were smooth and white as wax and probably a million leaves sailed on their strange stalks as the crickets ticked together and I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the heat and the painted light. elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight. Read the poem. Copy at least four but no more than ten lines from Anne Sexton's poem "Young" and annotate them.