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 ...
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they ...
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 ...
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 ...
Who is he?A railroad track toward hell?Breaking like a stick of furniture?The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?The love that ...
Just once I knew what life was for.In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;walked there along the Charles River,watched the lights ...
A story, a story! (Let it go. Let it come.) I was stamped out like a Plymouth fender into this ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
You, Doctor Martin, walk from breakfast to madness. Late August, I speed through the antiseptic tunnel where the moving dead ...
It comes oozing out of flowers at night, it comes out of the rain if a snake looks skyward, it ...
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His cigar or bite His fingernails and ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is ...
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. LIke Judas I have done my wrong. Their punishment is over; the shame ...
When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this ...
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