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 Nature (39 Poems)
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 AND GENITALSAngel ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Consorting With Angels (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of ...
As It Was Written (Anne Sexton Poems)
Earth, earth,riding your merry-go-roundtoward extinction,right to the roots,thickening the oceans like gravy,festering in your caves,you are becoming a latrine.Your trees ...
Despair (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who is he?A railroad track toward hell?Breaking like a stick of furniture?The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?The love that ...
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph (Anne Sexton Poems)
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that ...
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 ...
The Fury Of Sunrises (Anne Sexton Poems)
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
The Earth Falls Down (Anne Sexton Poems)
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
The Balance Wheel (Anne Sexton Poems)
Where I waved at the sky And waited your love through a February sleep, I saw birds swinging in, watched ...
The Division Of Parts (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
The Expatriates (Anne Sexton Poems)
My dear, it was a moment to clutch for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing ...
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 ...
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 Evil Seekers (Anne Sexton Poems)
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our mouth. As new and smooth as a ...
The Room Of My Life (Anne Sexton Poems)
Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the ...
The Black Art (Anne Sexton Poems)
A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; ...
The Moss Of His Skin (Anne Sexton Poems)
"Young girls in old Arabia were often buried alive next to their fathers, apparently as sacrifice to the goddesses of ...
Noon Walk On The Asylum Lawn (Anne Sexton Poems)
The summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree. though I walk through the valley of the shadow It sucks ...
Bat (Anne Sexton Poems)
His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my fingers, a kind of webbing, ...
It Is A Spring Afternoon (Anne Sexton Poems)
Everything here is yellow and green. Listen to its throat, its earthskin, the bone dry voices of the peepers as ...
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 ...
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 ...
As It Was Written (Anne Sexton Poems)
Earth, earth, riding your merry-go-round toward extinction, right to the roots, thickening the oceans like gravy, festering in your caves, ...
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 ...