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 ...
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
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 ...
I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am ...
Wait Mister. Which way is home?They turned the light outand the dark is moving in the corner.There are no sign ...
I was wrapped in blackfur and white fur andyou undid me and thenyou placed me in gold lightand then you ...
My mouth blooms like a cut.I've been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of ...
There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night ...
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 ...
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then ...
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
Just once I knew what life was for.In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;walked there along the Charles River,watched the lights ...
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our mouth. As new and smooth as a ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my fingers, a kind of webbing, ...
They sit in a row outside the kindergarten, black, red, brown, all with those brass buckles. Remember when you couldn't ...
It comes oozing out of flowers at night, it comes out of the rain if a snake looks skyward, it ...
Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen and yes my darling a dot ...
I stand before the sea and it rolls and rolls in its green blood saying, "Do not give up one ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
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