Anna Who Was Mad (Anne Sexton Poems)
Anna who was mad,I have a knife in my armpit.When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.Am I some ...
Anne Sexton Poems (219 Poems)
Baby Picture (Anne Sexton Poems)
It's in the heart of the grapewhere that smile lies.It's in the good-bye-bow in the hairwhere that smile lies.It's in ...
The Nude Swim (Anne Sexton Poems)
On the southwest side of Capriwe found a little unknown grottowhere no people were and weentered it completelyand let our ...
Us (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was wrapped in blackfur and white fur andyou undid me and thenyou placed me in gold lightand then you ...
Woman with Girdle (Anne Sexton Poems)
Your midriff sags toward your knees; your breast lie down in air, their nipples as uninvolved as warm starfish. You ...
The Kiss (Anne Sexton Poems)
My mouth blooms like a cut.I've been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of ...
The Fury Of Cocks (Anne Sexton Poems)
There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night ...
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 ...
The Starry Night (Anne Sexton Poems)
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then ...
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 ...
Doctors (Anne Sexton Poems)
They work with herbsand penicillinThey work with gentlenessand the scalpel.They dig out the cancer,close an incisionand say a prayerto the ...
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 ...
Young (Anne Sexton Poems)
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
The Author Of The Jesus Papers Speaks (Anne Sexton Poems)
In my dreamI milked a cow,the terrible udderlike a great rubber lilysweated in my fingersand as I yanked,waiting for the ...
Just Once (Anne Sexton Poems)
Just once I knew what life was for.In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;walked there along the Charles River,watched the lights ...
I Remember (Anne Sexton Poems)
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and ...
Lobster (Anne Sexton Poems)
A shoe with legs, a stone dropped from heaven, he does his mournful work alone, he is the old prospector ...
An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love (Anne Sexton Poems)
Busy, with an idea for a code, I writesignals hurrying from left to right,or right to left, by obscure routes,for ...
Rumpelstiltskin (Anne Sexton Poems)
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two-year-old whom ...
The Frog Prince (Anne Sexton Poems)
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
Said The Poet To The Analyst (Anne Sexton Poems)
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only ...
The Angel Food Dogs (Anne Sexton Poems)
Leaping, leaping, leaping, down line by line, growling at the cadavers, filling the holy jugs with their piss, falling into ...
With Mercy For The Greedy (Anne Sexton Poems)
for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in ...
Bayonet (Anne Sexton Poems)
What can I do with this bayonet? Make a rose bush of it? Poke it into the moon? Shave my ...
The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts (Anne Sexton Poems)
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
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 ...
Wallflower (Anne Sexton Poems)
Come friend, I have an old story to tell you- Listen. Sit down beside me and listen. My face is ...
The Double Image (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
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 ...
The Earth (Anne Sexton Poems)
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His cigar or bite His fingernails and ...