Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) (Anne Sexton Poems)
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift 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 ...
To R. L.NEITHER her voice, her name,Eyes, quietness neither,That moved through the light, that cameCold stalk in her teethBitten of ...
What do I see and hear of an April morning?Many a ridge and furrow, headland and bay,Many a ship bound ...
397When Diamonds are a Legend,And Diadems-a Tale-I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,Do sow, and Raise for sale-And tho' I'm scarce ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray, no longer the bubble house of childhood's tumbling Mother Goose ...
Boxes, and boxes, of beads little compartments, separated by color, by size, the charms in one, the tiger's eye another ...
Living, moving, dangling earrings, hanging from the earlobes, amber, subtle, delicate, so are the oak blooms on the old tree ...
Their baubles and bangles, their earrings and bracelets, were all melted down, their shining things, their gold poured into the ...
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems -- a Tale -- I Brooch and Earrings for Myself, Do sow, and ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
Straight-spined girl-yes, you of the glinting earrings, amber skin and sinuous hair: what happened? you've no business lunching with sticky ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
THEY put up big wooden gods. Then they burned the big wooden gods And put up brass gods and Changing ...
Windows pampered like princes always see what on occasion deigns to trouble us: the city that, time and again, where ...
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never ...
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