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 ...
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
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 ...
You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story.Or the nursemaid,some ...
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 ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his handover the demon's mouth sometimes…— D. H. LawrenceI mentioned ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
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 ...
I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am ...
It is in the small things we see it.The child's first step,as awesome as an earthquake.The first time you rode ...
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of ...
Put on a clean shirtbefore you die, some Russian said.Nothing with drool, please,no egg spots, no blood,no sweat, no sperm.You ...
Who will forgive me for the things I do?With no special legend of God to refer to,With my calm white ...
Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps ...
Loving me with my shoes offmeans loving my long brown legs,sweet dears, as good as spoons;and my feet, those two ...
Wait Mister. Which way is home?They turned the light outand the dark is moving in the corner.There are no sign ...
Anna who was mad,I have a knife in my armpit.When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.Am I some ...
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