Suicide Note (Anne Sexton Poems)
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night ...
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind, over a terrible hardness. Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer ...
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, ...
When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day ...
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our mouth. As new and smooth as a ...
This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this ...
Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
"You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life" - Artaud "At ...
There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night ...
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