The House (Anne Sexton Poems)
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that ...
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