Anne Sexton Poems on Cry (19 Poems)
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 off toward Nirvana. They are neat as a wallet, opening and closing on their coins, the quarters, the nickels, straight … Continue reading
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 tongues.She is stuck in the time machine,suddenly two years old sucking her thumb,as inward as a snail,learning to talk again.She’s … Continue reading
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 childrenlet out to play naked. Intricate nubs,my toes. No longer bound.And what’s more, see toenails andall ten stages, root by … Continue reading
The Starry Night (Anne Sexton Poems)
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars. — Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother The … Continue reading
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 you’d call lamb chop yet this one is old and malformed. His head is okay but the rest of him … Continue reading
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 her house into it and it was to no avail, to black her out. At her birth she did not … Continue reading
Rapunzel (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a girl had an old aunt who locked her in the study to keep the boys away. They would play rummy … Continue reading
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 his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my … Continue reading
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 go queer, flapping in the winter rain. falling flat and washed. And I remember mostly the three autumns you did … Continue reading
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 your moving head; Your old skin puckering, your lungs’ breath Grown baby short as you looked up last At my … Continue reading
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Death & Dying - Man - Night - Love - Mothers - Life - God - Woman - Nature - Faces - Time - Dogs - Dreams - World - Mind - Fire - Place - Body - Light - Water - View All Anne Sexton Poems