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 ...
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps ...
Wait Mister. Which way is home?They turned the light outand the dark is moving in the corner.There are no sign ...
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
Just once I knew what life was for.In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;walked there along the Charles River,watched the lights ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding my warm cabin home, I ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. ...
After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, "Yes." And I said, merely to myself, "I wish it ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the ...
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind, over a terrible hardness. Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer ...
In the dream the swastika is neon and flashes like a strobe light into my eyes, all colors, all vibrations ...
Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps ...
"You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life" - Artaud "At ...
I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my ...
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
Just once I knew what life was for. In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood; walked there along the Charles River, ...
A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was ...
Wait Mister. Which way is home? They turned the light out and the dark is moving in the corner. There ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
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