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 ...
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that ...
I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am ...
On the southwest side of Capriwe found a little unknown grottowhere no people were and weentered it completelyand let our ...
I'm afraid of needles. I'm tired of rubber sheets and tubes. I'm tired of faces that I don't know and ...
Everything here is yellow and green. Listen to its throat, its earthskin, the bone dry voices of the peepers as ...
There was an unwanted child. Aborted by three modern methods she hung on to the womb, hooked onto I building ...
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in ...
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, ...
I stand before the sea and it rolls and rolls in its green blood saying, "Do not give up one ...
Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding my warm cabin home, I ...
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
Come friend, I have an old story to tell you- Listen. Sit down beside me and listen. My face is ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
In the thin classroom, where your face was noble and your words were all things, I find this boily creature ...
This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this ...
Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods. She began looking in the sky -expecting a large white angel with ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
1. You lay in the nest of your real death, Beyond the print of my nervous fingers Where they touched ...
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth ...
Leaping, leaping, leaping, down line by line, growling at the cadavers, filling the holy jugs with their piss, falling into ...
The summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree. though I walk through the valley of the shadow It sucks ...
His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my fingers, a kind of webbing, ...
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black ...
Be careful of words, even the miraculous ones. For the miraculous we do our best, sometimes they swarm like insects ...
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