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 ...
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
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 ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his handover the demon's mouth sometimes…— D. H. LawrenceI mentioned ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that ...
Sleepmonger,deathmonger,with capsules in my palms each night,eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottlesI make arrangements for a pint-sized journey.I'm ...
In my dreamI milked a cow,the terrible udderlike a great rubber lilysweated in my fingersand as I yanked,waiting for the ...
Leaping, leaping, leaping, down line by line, growling at the cadavers, filling the holy jugs with their piss, falling into ...
"Young girls in old Arabia were often buried alive next to their fathers, apparently as sacrifice to the goddesses of ...
I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere off the North Atlantic and suffocate them ...
Jean, death comes close to us all, flapping its awful wings at us and the gluey wings crawl up our ...
Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore-cell. He has ...
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
For my mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 and my father, born February 1900, died June 1959 Gone, I ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. LIke Judas I have done my wrong. Their punishment is over; the shame ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
Sleeping in fever, I am unfair to know just who you are: hung up like a pig on exhibit, the ...
Mother, strange goddess face above my milk home, that delicate asylum, I ate you up. All my need took you ...
This is the key to it. This is the key to everything. Preciously. I am worse than the gamekeeper's children ...
I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing ...
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