Anne Sexton Poems on Night (51 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 →

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 →

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 month of its life I feel the November of the body as well as of the calendar. In two days … Continue reading →

Love Letter Written In A Burning Building (Anne Sexton Poems)

I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks,and I wore movies in my eyes,and you wore eggs in your tunnel,and we played sheets, sheets, sheetsall day, … Continue reading →

The Touch (Anne Sexton Poems)

For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it is bruised, I thought, and that is why they have locked it up. You could tell time by this, I … Continue reading →

The Addict (Anne Sexton Poems)

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 the queen of this condition.I’m an expert on making the tripand now they say I’m an addict.Now they ask why.WHY! … Continue reading →

Killing The Love (Anne Sexton Poems)

I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.I am pushing knives through the handsthat created two into one.Our hands do … Continue reading →

Music Swims Back to Me (Anne Sexton Poems)

Wait Mister. Which way is home?They turned the light outand the dark is moving in the corner.There are no sign posts in this room,four ladies, over eighty,in diapers every one of them.La la la, Oh music swims back to meand … Continue reading →

Us (Anne Sexton Poems)

I was wrapped in blackfur and white fur andyou undid me and thenyou placed me in gold lightand then you crowned me,while snow fell outsidethe door in diagonal darts.While a ten-inch snowcame down like starsin small calcium fragments,we were in … Continue reading →