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 ...
Anne Sexton Poems on Woman (41 Poems)
Angels Of The Love Affair (Anne Sexton Poems)
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
In Celebration Of My Uterus (Anne Sexton Poems)
Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they ...
Menstruation At Forty (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
Consorting With Angels (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of ...
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 ...
The Abortion (Anne Sexton Poems)
Somebody who should have been born is gone.Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from its ...
The Nude Swim (Anne Sexton Poems)
On the southwest side of Capriwe found a little unknown grottowhere no people were and weentered it completelyand let our ...
The Fury Of Cocks (Anne Sexton Poems)
There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night ...
Young (Anne Sexton Poems)
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
The Author Of The Jesus Papers Speaks (Anne Sexton Poems)
In my dreamI milked a cow,the terrible udderlike a great rubber lilysweated in my fingersand as I yanked,waiting for the ...
Lobster (Anne Sexton Poems)
A shoe with legs, a stone dropped from heaven, he does his mournful work alone, he is the old prospector ...
It Is A Spring Afternoon (Anne Sexton Poems)
Everything here is yellow and green. Listen to its throat, its earthskin, the bone dry voices of the peepers as ...
The Consecrating Mother (Anne Sexton Poems)
I stand before the sea and it rolls and rolls in its green blood saying, "Do not give up one ...
The Division Of Parts (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
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 ...
The Firebombers (Anne Sexton Poems)
We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like ...
The Twelve Dancing Princesses (Anne Sexton Poems)
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Rumpelstiltskin (Anne Sexton Poems)
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
Rapunzel (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
Admonitions to a Special Person (Anne Sexton Poems)
Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate, ...
The Break Away (Anne Sexton Poems)
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
The Fury Of Beautiful Bones (Anne Sexton Poems)
Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old ...
The Fury Of Abandonment (Anne Sexton Poems)
Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an ...
Barefoot (Anne Sexton Poems)
Loving me with my shows off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my ...
Young (Anne Sexton Poems)
A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was ...
Ghosts (Anne Sexton Poems)
Some ghosts are women, neither abstract nor pale, their breasts as limp as killed fish. Not witches, but ghosts who ...
When Man Enters Woman (Anne Sexton Poems)
When man, enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth with ...
Consorting With Angels (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was tired of being a woman, tired of the spoons and the post, tired of my mouth and my ...
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 ...