August 8th (Anne Sexton Poems)
And do not be indiscreet or unconventional. Play it safe. Listen here. I've never played it safe in spite of ...
And do not be indiscreet or unconventional. Play it safe. Listen here. I've never played it safe in spite of ...
Notice how he has numbered the blue veins in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles. Now he goes left. ...
This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this ...
I am torn in two but I will conquer myself. I will dig up the pride. I will take scissors ...
I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere off the North Atlantic and suffocate them ...
Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore-cell. He has ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
Oh, love, why do we argue like this? I am tired of all your pious talk. Also, I am tired ...
When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant ...
Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I've built a lifetime and now ...
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
My faith is a great weight hung on a small wire, as doth the spider hang her baby on a ...
Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby and sauteed ...
This is the key to it. This is the key to everything. Preciously. I am worse than the gamekeeper's children ...
After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, "Yes." And I said, merely to myself, "I wish it ...
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 ...
Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn't butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to ...
A red-hot needle hangs out of him, he steers by it as if it were a rudder, he would get ...
For my mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 and my father, born February 1900, died June 1959 Gone, I ...
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our mouth. As new and smooth as a ...
Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods. She began looking in the sky -expecting a large white angel with ...
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 ...
And I solemnly swear on the chill of secrecy that I know you not, this room never, the swollen dress ...
Oh down at the tavern the children are singing around their round table and around me still. Did you hear ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted ...
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