Anne Sexton Poems (219 Poems)
The Addict (Anne Sexton Poems)
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 the queen of this condition.I’m an expert on making the tripand now they say I’m an addict.Now they ask why.WHY! … Continue reading
Killing The Love (Anne Sexton Poems)
I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.I am pushing knives through the handsthat created two into one.Our hands do … Continue reading
Courage (Anne Sexton Poems)
It is in the small things we see it.The child’s first step,as awesome as an earthquake.The first time you rode a bike,wallowing up the sidewalk.The first spanking when your heartwent on a journey all alone.When they called you crybabyor poor … Continue reading
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 the cosmetics and the silks.There were still men who sat at my table,circled around the bowl I offered up.The bowl … Continue reading
Clothes (Anne Sexton Poems)
Put on a clean shirtbefore you die, some Russian said.Nothing with drool, please,no egg spots, no blood,no sweat, no sperm.You want me clean, God,so I’ll try to comply. The hat I was married in,will it do?White, broad, fake flowers in … Continue reading
My Friend, My Friend (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who will forgive me for the things I do?With no special legend of God to refer to,With my calm white pedigree, my yankee kin,I think it would be better to be a Jew. I forgive you for what you did … Continue reading
Cockroach (Anne Sexton Poems)
Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps of coal that are mechanized and when I turn on the light you scuttle into the corners and there is … Continue reading
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 childrenlet out to play naked. Intricate nubs,my toes. No longer bound.And what’s more, see toenails andall ten stages, root by … Continue reading
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 knot,I changed my shoes, and then drove south. Up past the Blue Mountains, where Pennsylvania humps on endlessly,wearing, like … Continue reading
Music Swims Back to Me (Anne Sexton Poems)
Wait Mister. Which way is home?They turned the light outand the dark is moving in the corner.There are no sign posts in this room,four ladies, over eighty,in diapers every one of them.La la la, Oh music swims back to meand … Continue reading
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