The Children (Anne Sexton Poems)
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
Anne Sexton Poems (219 Poems)
The Poet Of Ignorance (Anne Sexton Poems)
Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant ...
The Fury Of Sunsets (Anne Sexton Poems)
Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I've built a lifetime and now ...
The Earth Falls Down (Anne Sexton Poems)
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
Small Wire (Anne Sexton Poems)
My faith is a great weight hung on a small wire, as doth the spider hang her baby on a ...
After Auschwitz (Anne Sexton Poems)
Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby and sauteed ...
The Breast (Anne Sexton Poems)
This is the key to it. This is the key to everything. Preciously. I am worse than the gamekeeper's children ...
The Dead Heart (Anne Sexton Poems)
After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, "Yes." And I said, merely to myself, "I wish it ...
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 ...
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 Doctor Of The Heart (Anne Sexton Poems)
Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn't butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to ...
Hornet (Anne Sexton Poems)
A red-hot needle hangs out of him, he steers by it as if it were a rudder, he would get ...
The Truth The Dead Know (Anne Sexton Poems)
For my mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 and my father, born February 1900, died June 1959 Gone, I ...
The Evil Seekers (Anne Sexton Poems)
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our mouth. As new and smooth as a ...
Gods (Anne Sexton Poems)
Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods. She began looking in the sky -expecting a large white angel with ...
Rowing (Anne Sexton Poems)
A story, a story! (Let it go. Let it come.) I was stamped out like a Plymouth fender into this ...
The Death King (Anne Sexton Poems)
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
The Exorcists (Anne Sexton Poems)
And I solemnly swear on the chill of secrecy that I know you not, this room never, the swollen dress ...
Portrait Of An Old Woman On The College Tavern Wall (Anne Sexton Poems)
Oh down at the tavern the children are singing around their round table and around me still. Did you hear ...
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 ...
August 17th (Anne Sexton Poems)
Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted ...
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 Big Boots Of Pain (Anne Sexton Poems)
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
The Child Bearers (Anne Sexton Poems)
Jean, death comes close to us all, flapping its awful wings at us and the gluey wings crawl up our ...
Crossing The Atlantic (Anne Sexton Poems)
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind, over a terrible hardness. Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer ...
The Fury Of Sundays (Anne Sexton Poems)
Moist, moist, the heat leaking through the hinges, sun baking the roof like a pie and I and thou and ...
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 ...
The Frog Prince (Anne Sexton Poems)
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
Said The Poet To The Analyst (Anne Sexton Poems)
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only ...
The Angel Food Dogs (Anne Sexton Poems)
Leaping, leaping, leaping, down line by line, growling at the cadavers, filling the holy jugs with their piss, falling into ...