Rumpelstiltskin (Anne Sexton Poems)
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Sleeping in fever, I am unfair to know just who you are: hung up like a pig on exhibit, the ...
Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black-eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
My mouth blooms like a cut. I've been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and ...
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