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 ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
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 ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
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