Angels Of The Love Affair (Anne Sexton Poems)
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
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 ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
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 ...
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this ...
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind, over a terrible hardness. Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each night, eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles I make arrangements ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
I was tired of being a woman, tired of the spoons and the post, tired of my mouth and my ...
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