For My Lover, Returning To His Wife (Anne Sexton Poems)
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
Anne Sexton Poems on Children (19 Poems)
Sylvia’s Death (Anne Sexton Poems)
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
The Starry Night (Anne Sexton Poems)
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then ...
The Assassin (Anne Sexton Poems)
The correct death is written in. I will fill the need. My bow is stiff. My bow is in readiness. ...
The Division Of Parts (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
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 Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
The Witch’s Life (Anne Sexton Poems)
When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day ...
Locked Doors (Anne Sexton Poems)
For the angels who inhabit this town, although their shape constantly changes, each night we leave some cold potatoes and ...
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 ...
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 Bells (Anne Sexton Poems)
Today the circus poster is scabbing off the concrete wall and the children have forgotten if they knew at all. ...
The Black Art (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; ...
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 ...
The Starry Night (Anne Sexton Poems)
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of -- shall I say the word -- religion. Then ...
Wanting to Die (Anne Sexton Poems)
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost ...
Sylvia’s Death (Anne Sexton Poems)
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
For My Lover, Returning To His Wife (Anne Sexton Poems)
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
Ghosts (Anne Sexton Poems)
Some ghosts are women, neither abstract nor pale, their breasts as limp as killed fish. Not witches, but ghosts who ...