Anne Sexton Poems on Love (51 Poems)

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 GENITALS Angel of fire and genitals, do you know slime,that green mama who first forced me to sing,who put me … Continue reading →

The Death Baby (Anne Sexton Poems)

1. DREAMS I was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb howl.They say it was a dreambut I remember that hardening. My sister at sixdreamt nightly of my death:“The baby … Continue reading →

Cinderella (Anne Sexton Poems)

You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story. Or the nursemaid,some luscious sweet from Denmarkwho captures the oldest son’s heart.from diapers to Dior.That story. Or a milkman who serves the … Continue reading →

Live (Anne Sexton Poems)

Live or die, but don’t poison everything… Well, death’s been here for a long time — it has a hell of a lot to do with hell and suspicion of the eye and the religious objects and how I mourned … Continue reading →

Menstruation At Forty (Anne Sexton Poems)

I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its life I feel the November of the body as well as of the calendar. In two days … Continue reading →

Demon (Anne Sexton Poems)

A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his handover the demon’s mouth sometimes…— D. H. Lawrence I mentioned my demon to a friendand the friend swam in oil and came forth to megreasy and crypticand said,“I’m thinking … Continue reading →

Love Letter Written In A Burning Building (Anne Sexton Poems)

I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks,and I wore movies in my eyes,and you wore eggs in your tunnel,and we played sheets, sheets, sheetsall day, … Continue reading →

Killing The Love (Anne Sexton Poems)

I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.I am pushing knives through the handsthat created two into one.Our hands do … Continue reading →

Courage (Anne Sexton Poems)

It is in the small things we see it.The child’s first step,as awesome as an earthquake.The first time you rode a bike,wallowing up the sidewalk.The first spanking when your heartwent on a journey all alone.When they called you crybabyor poor … Continue reading →

Despair (Anne Sexton Poems)

Who is he?A railroad track toward hell?Breaking like a stick of furniture?The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?The love that goes down the drain like spit?The love that said forever, foreverand then runs you over like a truck?Are you a … Continue reading →