A Curse Against Elegies (Anne Sexton Poems)
Oh, love, why do we argue like this? I am tired of all your pious talk. Also, I am tired ...
Anne Sexton Poems on Love (51 Poems)
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 ...
End, Middle, Beginning (Anne Sexton Poems)
There was an unwanted child. Aborted by three modern methods she hung on to the womb, hooked onto I building ...
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 ...
Doors, Doors, Doors (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
The Other (Anne Sexton Poems)
Under my bowels, yellow with smoke, it waits. Under my eyes, those milk bunnies, it waits. It is waiting. It ...
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 ...
Wanting to Die (Anne Sexton Poems)
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost ...
Admonitions To A Special Person (Anne Sexton Poems)
Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate, ...
Angels Of The Love Affair (Anne Sexton Poems)
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator (Anne Sexton Poems)
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
All My Pretty Ones (Anne Sexton Poems)
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling ...
Despair (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who is he? A railroad track toward hell? Breaking like a stick of furniture? The hope that suddenly overflows the ...
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 ...
Demon (Anne Sexton Poems)
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes...-- D. H. Lawrence ...
The Death Baby (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
Love Letter Written In A Burning Building (Anne Sexton Poems)
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
Rapunzel (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
Words (Anne Sexton Poems)
Be careful of words, even the miraculous ones. For the miraculous we do our best, sometimes they swarm like insects ...
Cinderella (Anne Sexton Poems)
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
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 ...