Anne Sexton Poems on Nature (39 Poems)

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 off toward Nirvana. They are neat as a wallet, opening and closing on their coins, the quarters, the nickels, straight … Continue reading →

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 →

Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) (Anne Sexton Poems)

Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist’s trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of tongues.She is stuck in the time machine,suddenly two years old sucking her thumb,as inward as a snail,learning to talk again.She’s … 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 →

Suicide Note (Anne Sexton Poems)

You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life – Artaud “At this time let me somehow bequeath all the leftovers to my daughters and their daughters” – Anonymous Better, despite the … Continue reading →

Christmas Eve (Anne Sexton Poems)

Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that I lost. Sweet girl, my deathbed, my jewel-fingered lady, your portrait flickered all night by the bulbs of the tree. … Continue reading →

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 cosmetics and the silks.There were still men who sat at my table,circled around the bowl I offered up.The bowl … Continue reading →

As It Was Written (Anne Sexton Poems)

Earth, earth,riding your merry-go-roundtoward extinction,right to the roots,thickening the oceans like gravy,festering in your caves,you are becoming a latrine.Your trees are twisted chairs.Your flowers moan at their mirrors,and cry for a sun that doesn’t wear a mask. Your clouds wear … 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 →