Hurry Up Please It’s Time (Anne Sexton Poems)
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Anne Sexton Poems on Cities (16 Poems)
Red Riding Hood (Anne Sexton Poems)
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
Live (Anne Sexton Poems)
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
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 ...
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 ...
Woman with Girdle (Anne Sexton Poems)
Your midriff sags toward your knees; your breast lie down in air, their nipples as uninvolved as warm starfish. You ...
Mr. Mine (Anne Sexton Poems)
Notice how he has numbered the blue veins in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles. Now he goes left. ...
That Day (Anne Sexton Poems)
This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this ...
The Red Dance (Anne Sexton Poems)
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
The Fury Of Beautiful Bones (Anne Sexton Poems)
Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old ...
The Fury Of Abandonment (Anne Sexton Poems)
Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an ...
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 ...
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 ...
Live (Anne Sexton Poems)
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell ...
Hurry Up Please It’s Time (Anne Sexton Poems)
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
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 ...