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 ...
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
Put on a clean shirtbefore you die, some Russian said.Nothing with drool, please,no egg spots, no blood,no sweat, no sperm.You ...
Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps ...
On the southwest side of Capriwe found a little unknown grottowhere no people were and weentered it completelyand let our ...
In my dreamI milked a cow,the terrible udderlike a great rubber lilysweated in my fingersand as I yanked,waiting for the ...
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
Everything here is yellow and green. Listen to its throat, its earthskin, the bone dry voices of the peepers as ...
Let the flowers make a journey on Monday so that I can see ten daisies in a blue vase with ...
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black ...
In my dream I milked a cow, the terrible udder like a great rubber lily sweated in my fingers and ...
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost ...
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
On the southwest side of Capri we found a little unknown grotto where no people were and we entered it ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps ...
There will be mud on the carpet tonight and blood in the gravy as well. The wifebeater is out, the ...
Put on a clean shirt before you die, some Russian said. Nothing with drool, please, no egg spots, no blood, ...
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