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 ...
Anne Sexton Poems on Man (52 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 GENITALSAngel ...
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (Anne Sexton Poems)
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
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 ...
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 ...
Demon (Anne Sexton Poems)
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his handover the demon's mouth sometimes…— D. H. LawrenceI mentioned ...
Consorting With Angels (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of ...
The Abortion (Anne Sexton Poems)
Somebody who should have been born is gone.Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from its ...
The Double Image (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
The Expatriates (Anne Sexton Poems)
My dear, it was a moment to clutch for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing ...
The Bells (Anne Sexton Poems)
Today the circus poster is scabbing off the concrete wall and the children have forgotten if they knew at all. ...
The Errand (Anne Sexton Poems)
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
The Red Dance (Anne Sexton Poems)
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
Frenzy (Anne Sexton Poems)
I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God ...
After Auschwitz (Anne Sexton Poems)
Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby and sauteed ...
Cripples And Other Stories (Anne Sexton Poems)
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... ...
The Truth The Dead Know (Anne Sexton Poems)
For my mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 and my father, born February 1900, died June 1959 Gone, I ...
The Black Art (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; ...
The Twelve Dancing Princesses (Anne Sexton Poems)
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
The Break Away (Anne Sexton Poems)
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
Rumpelstiltskin (Anne Sexton Poems)
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
The Fury Of Beautiful Bones (Anne Sexton Poems)
Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old ...
Doors, Doors, Doors (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
It Is A Spring Afternoon (Anne Sexton Poems)
Everything here is yellow and green. Listen to its throat, its earthskin, the bone dry voices of the peepers as ...
Flee On Your Donkey (Anne Sexton Poems)
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
The Earth Falls Down (Anne Sexton Poems)
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
Unknown Girl In A Maternity Ward (Anne Sexton Poems)
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, ...
The Doctor Of The Heart (Anne Sexton Poems)
Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn't butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to ...
And One For My Dame (Anne Sexton Poems)
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, ...
The Division Of Parts (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...