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 Death & Dying (61 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 ...
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (Anne Sexton Poems)
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
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 ...
The Death Baby (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. DREAMSI was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb ...
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 ...
Suicide Note (Anne Sexton Poems)
You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life - Artaud"At this ...
For the Year of the Insane (Anne Sexton Poems)
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
Menstruation At Forty (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
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 ...
Christmas Eve (Anne Sexton Poems)
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that ...
The Touch (Anne Sexton Poems)
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
The Addict (Anne Sexton Poems)
Sleepmonger,deathmonger,with capsules in my palms each night,eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottlesI make arrangements for a pint-sized journey.I'm ...
Courage (Anne Sexton Poems)
It is in the small things we see it.The child's first step,as awesome as an earthquake.The first time you rode ...
The Abortion (Anne Sexton Poems)
Somebody who should have been born is gone.Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from its ...
Elizabeth Gone (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. You lay in the nest of your real death, Beyond the print of my nervous fingers Where they touched ...
In The Deep Museum (Anne Sexton Poems)
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
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 ...
The Fury Of Guitars And Sopranos (Anne Sexton Poems)
This singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a votive candle. I have a dream-mother who sings ...
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 ...
The Firebombers (Anne Sexton Poems)
We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like ...
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 ...
For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach (Anne Sexton Poems)
In his tenth July some instinct taught him to arm the waiting wave, a giant where its mouth hung open. ...
You, Doctor Martin (Anne Sexton Poems)
You, Doctor Martin, walk from breakfast to madness. Late August, I speed through the antiseptic tunnel where the moving dead ...
Old (Anne Sexton Poems)
I'm afraid of needles. I'm tired of rubber sheets and tubes. I'm tired of faces that I don't know and ...
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 ...
The Fury Of Hating Eyes (Anne Sexton Poems)
I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere off the North Atlantic and suffocate them ...
Rapunzel (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
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 ...
Flee On Your Donkey (Anne Sexton Poems)
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...