Cinderella (Anne Sexton Poems)
You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story.Or the nursemaid,some ...
You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story.Or the nursemaid,some ...
I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Come friend, I have an old story to tell you- Listen. Sit down beside me and listen. My face is ...
I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
I am the love killer, I am murdering the music we thought so special, that blazed between us, over and ...
Tommy is three and when he's bad his mother dances with him. She puts on the record, "Red Roses for ...
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