Anne Sexton Poems on Romantic Love (14 Poems)
For My Lover, Returning To His Wife (Anne Sexton Poems)
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies. She has always been there, my darling. She is, in fact, exquisite. Fireworks in the … Continue reading
Cockroach (Anne Sexton Poems)
Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps of coal that are mechanized and when I turn on the light you scuttle into the corners and there is … Continue reading
Barefoot (Anne Sexton Poems)
Loving me with my shoes offmeans loving my long brown legs,sweet dears, as good as spoons;and my feet, those two childrenlet out to play naked. Intricate nubs,my toes. No longer bound.And what’s more, see toenails andall ten stages, root by … Continue reading
The Kiss (Anne Sexton Poems)
My mouth blooms like a cut.I’ve been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybabycrybaby , you fool ! Before today my body was useless.Now it’s tearing at its square corners.It’s tearing … Continue reading
The Truth The Dead Know (Anne Sexton Poems)
For my mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 and my father, born February 1900, died June 1959 Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to the grave, letting the dead ride alone in the hearse. … Continue reading
Rapunzel (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a girl had an old aunt who locked her in the study to keep the boys away. They would play rummy … Continue reading
And One For My Dame (Anne Sexton Poems)
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, he could sell one hundred wet-down bales of that white stuff. He could clock the miles and the sales and … Continue reading
The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who’s she, that one in your arms? She’s the one I carried my bones to and built a house that was just a cot and built a life that was over an hour and built a castle where no one … Continue reading
The Kiss (Anne Sexton Poems)
My mouth blooms like a cut. I’ve been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby crybaby , you fool! Before today my body was useless. Now it’s tearing at … Continue reading
For My Lover, Returning To His Wife (Anne Sexton Poems)
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies. She has always been there, my darling. She is, in fact, exquisite. Fireworks in the … Continue reading
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