Anne Sexton Poems on Death & Dying (61 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
Red Riding Hood (Anne Sexton Poems)
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won’t suddenly fly, buying her Duz and Chuck Wagon dog food, meanwhile ascending from earth, letting her stomach fill up with helium, letting her … Continue reading
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (Anne Sexton Poems)
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of Limoges,lips like Vin Du Rh?ne,rolling her china-blue doll eyesopen and shut.Open to say, Good Day Mama,and shut for the thrustof … 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
The Death Baby (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb howl.They say it was a dreambut I remember that hardening. My sister at sixdreamt nightly of my death:“The baby … Continue reading
Live (Anne Sexton Poems)
Live or die, but don’t poison everything… Well, death’s been here for a long time — it has a hell of a lot to do with hell and suspicion of the eye and the religious objects and how I mourned … Continue reading
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 time let me somehow bequeath all the leftovers to my daughters and their daughters” – Anonymous Better, despite the … Continue reading
For the Year of the Insane (Anne Sexton Poems)
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary with its silver Christ lies unblessed in my hand for I am the unbeliever. Each bead is round and … Continue reading
Menstruation At Forty (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its life I feel the November of the body as well as of the calendar. In two days … Continue reading
Sylvia’s Death (Anne Sexton Poems)
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering loose in a tiny playroom, with your mouth into the sheet, into the roofbeam, into the dumb prayer, (Sylvia, Sylvia … Continue reading
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