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 ...
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of ...
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
On the southwest side of Capriwe found a little unknown grottowhere no people were and weentered it completelyand let our ...
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 ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
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. ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
"Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold." - From an essay by W. B. Yeats ...
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my fingers, a kind of webbing, ...
My faith is a great weight hung on a small wire, as doth the spider hang her baby on a ...
In his tenth July some instinct taught him to arm the waiting wave, a giant where its mouth hung open. ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
"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 ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
On the southwest side of Capri we found a little unknown grotto where no people were and we entered it ...
Tommy is three and when he's bad his mother dances with him. She puts on the record, "Red Roses for ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black ...
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