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 ...
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of ...
1. DREAMSI was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
Sleepmonger,deathmonger,with capsules in my palms each night,eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottlesI make arrangements for a pint-sized journey.I'm ...
It is in the small things we see it.The child's first step,as awesome as an earthquake.The first time you rode ...
Somebody who should have been born is gone.Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from its ...
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. The fierce bubbles of chalk, the little white lesions ...
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
Notice how he has numbered the blue veins in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles. Now he goes left. ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
This is the key to it. This is the key to everything. Preciously. I am worse than the gamekeeper's children ...
The correct death is written in. I will fill the need. My bow is stiff. My bow is in readiness. ...
Come friend, I have an old story to tell you- Listen. Sit down beside me and listen. My face is ...
Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore-cell. He has ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn't butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to ...
I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
1. You lay in the nest of your real death, Beyond the print of my nervous fingers Where they touched ...
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