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 ...
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 ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
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 ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
My dear, it was a moment to clutch for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Notice how he has numbered the blue veins in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles. Now he goes left. ...
Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
A story, a story! (Let it go. Let it come.) I was stamped out like a Plymouth fender into this ...
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
Let the flowers make a journey on Monday so that I can see ten daisies in a blue vase with ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
"You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life" - Artaud "At ...
(from a song) Perhaps I was born kneeling, born coughing on the long winter, born expecting the kiss of mercy, ...
Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each night, eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles I make arrangements ...
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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