Red Riding Hood (Anne Sexton Poems)
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of ...
1. DREAMSI was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Sleeping in fever, I am unfair to know just who you are: hung up like a pig on exhibit, the ...
This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this ...
It comes oozing out of flowers at night, it comes out of the rain if a snake looks skyward, it ...
for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in ...
Under my bowels, yellow with smoke, it waits. Under my eyes, those milk bunnies, it waits. It is waiting. It ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind, over a terrible hardness. Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer ...
Where I waved at the sky And waited your love through a February sleep, I saw birds swinging in, watched ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
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