The Death Baby (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. DREAMSI was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb ...
1. DREAMSI was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb ...
GARDENING is hardeningIn every way you view it;It makes a fellow hustle,And it strengthens every muscle;It knots up many a ...
The orchardist, with hope aglow,Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like ...
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again, And ...
DID she in summer write it, or in spring, Or with this wail of autumn ...
The Sabbath morning from the night awoke All sunshine crowned: rough men disdaining toil Had cleared their brows from work-day's ...
The star that guided their way the love that fired his clay the light of God that guides us that ...
Standing in the throne room before the presence of God the heavenly beings singing praises to the Lord ever mindful ...
When our hearts become proud our garners full of grain, when we are revered, known in the gate claiming we ...
They were like putty In his hands, transfixed Watching intently, The movement of his hands, Manipulating, molding, changing, Rechanging the ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: Felt their Nerves change into Marrow And hardening Bones began In swift diseases ...
Someone has been tearing up the autumn, Its ripped leaves ripple across the road Flip liked hinged cards in the ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye - The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge, The last thin ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Yours is the shame and sorrow, But the disgrace is mine; Your love was dark and thorough, Mine was the ...
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...
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