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 ...
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 ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his handover the demon's mouth sometimes…— D. H. LawrenceI mentioned ...
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of ...
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
In the dream the swastika is neon and flashes like a strobe light into my eyes, all colors, all vibrations ...
Oh, love, why do we argue like this? I am tired of all your pious talk. Also, I am tired ...
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Mother, strange goddess face above my milk home, that delicate asylum, I ate you up. All my need took you ...
When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day ...
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our mouth. As new and smooth as a ...
The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a ...
Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
I'm afraid of needles. I'm tired of rubber sheets and tubes. I'm tired of faces that I don't know and ...
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. LIke Judas I have done my wrong. Their punishment is over; the shame ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes...-- D. H. Lawrence ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
It is a summer evening. The yellow moths sag against the locked screens and the faded curtains suck over the ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
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