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 ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his handover the demon's mouth sometimes…— D. H. LawrenceI mentioned ...
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. ...
"Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold." - From an essay by W. B. Yeats ...
This singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a votive candle. I have a dream-mother who sings ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes...-- D. H. Lawrence ...
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black ...
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling ...
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