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 ...
Anne Sexton Poems on Cry (19 Poems)
Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) (Anne Sexton Poems)
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of ...
Barefoot (Anne Sexton Poems)
Loving me with my shoes offmeans loving my long brown legs,sweet dears, as good as spoons;and my feet, those two ...
The Starry Night (Anne Sexton Poems)
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then ...
You, Doctor Martin (Anne Sexton Poems)
You, Doctor Martin, walk from breakfast to madness. Late August, I speed through the antiseptic tunnel where the moving dead ...
Old (Anne Sexton Poems)
I'm afraid of needles. I'm tired of rubber sheets and tubes. I'm tired of faces that I don't know and ...
The Other (Anne Sexton Poems)
Under my bowels, yellow with smoke, it waits. Under my eyes, those milk bunnies, it waits. It is waiting. It ...
The Break (Anne Sexton Poems)
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
Rumpelstiltskin (Anne Sexton Poems)
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
End, Middle, Beginning (Anne Sexton Poems)
There was an unwanted child. Aborted by three modern methods she hung on to the womb, hooked onto I building ...
Rapunzel (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
Lessons In Hunger (Anne Sexton Poems)
"Do you like me?" I asked the blue blazer. No answer. Silence bounced out of his books. Silence fell off ...
The Double Image (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
Elizabeth Gone (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. You lay in the nest of your real death, Beyond the print of my nervous fingers Where they touched ...
The Starry Night (Anne Sexton Poems)
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of -- shall I say the word -- religion. Then ...
Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) (Anne Sexton Poems)
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
Barefoot (Anne Sexton Poems)
Loving me with my shows off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my ...
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 ...
Rapunzel (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...