The Play (Anne Sexton Poems)
I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is ...
I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is ...
So it has come to this insomnia at 3:15 A.M., the clock tolling its engine like a frog following a ...
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of -- shall I say the word -- religion. Then ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was ...
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling ...
Who will forgive me for the things I do? With no special legend of God to refer to, With my ...
When man, enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth with ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Put on a clean shirt before you die, some Russian said. Nothing with drool, please, no egg spots, no blood, ...
There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night ...
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