Hurry Up Please It’s Time (Anne Sexton Poems)
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they ...
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
My mouth blooms like a cut.I've been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of ...
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
The rain drums down like red ants, each bouncing off my window. The ants are in great pain and they ...
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His cigar or bite His fingernails and ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore-cell. He has ...
My mouth blooms like a cut. I've been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and ...
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost ...
A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black ...
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