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 ...
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
In the thin classroom, where your face was noble and your words were all things, I find this boily creature ...
I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing ...
Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black-eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth ...
The summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree. though I walk through the valley of the shadow It sucks ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
My dear, it was a moment to clutch for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing ...
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
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 ...
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