The Lost Ingredient (Anne Sexton Poems)
Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost rites of the first sea ...
Anne Sexton Poems (219 Poems)
The Fury Of Earth (Anne Sexton Poems)
The day of fire is coming, the thrush, will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket, the beetle will sink ...
For God While Sleeping (Anne Sexton Poems)
Sleeping in fever, I am unfair to know just who you are: hung up like a pig on exhibit, the ...
Elegy In The Classroom (Anne Sexton Poems)
In the thin classroom, where your face was noble and your words were all things, I find this boily creature ...
Cripples And Other Stories (Anne Sexton Poems)
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... ...
The Fury Of Overshoes (Anne Sexton Poems)
They sit in a row outside the kindergarten, black, red, brown, all with those brass buckles. Remember when you couldn't ...
The Consecrating Mother (Anne Sexton Poems)
I stand before the sea and it rolls and rolls in its green blood saying, "Do not give up one ...
The Fury Of Guitars And Sopranos (Anne Sexton Poems)
This singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a votive candle. I have a dream-mother who sings ...
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 ...
Dreaming The Breasts (Anne Sexton Poems)
Mother, strange goddess face above my milk home, that delicate asylum, I ate you up. All my need took you ...
The Wedding Ring Dance (Anne Sexton Poems)
I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing ...
Elizabeth Gone (Anne Sexton Poems)
1. You lay in the nest of your real death, Beyond the print of my nervous fingers Where they touched ...
The Evil Eye (Anne Sexton Poems)
It comes oozing out of flowers at night, it comes out of the rain if a snake looks skyward, it ...
Raccoon (Anne Sexton Poems)
Coon, why did you come to this dance with a mask on? Why not the tin man and his rainbow ...
The Legend Of The One-Eyed Man (Anne Sexton Poems)
Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. LIke Judas I have done my wrong. Their punishment is over; the shame ...
The Errand (Anne Sexton Poems)
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
Oh (Anne Sexton Poems)
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. The fierce bubbles of chalk, the little white lesions ...
Going Gone (Anne Sexton Poems)
Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black-eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. ...
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 Fury Of Abandonment (Anne Sexton Poems)
Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an ...
The Break (Anne Sexton Poems)
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
In Excelsis (Anne Sexton Poems)
It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very ...
A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston (Anne Sexton Poems)
Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding my warm cabin home, I ...
The Inventory Of Goodbye (Anne Sexton Poems)
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. ...
For John, Who Begs Me Not To Enquire Further (Anne Sexton Poems)
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth ...
Old (Anne Sexton Poems)
I'm afraid of needles. I'm tired of rubber sheets and tubes. I'm tired of faces that I don't know and ...
The Assassin (Anne Sexton Poems)
The correct death is written in. I will fill the need. My bow is stiff. My bow is in readiness. ...
The Fury Of Flowers And Worms (Anne Sexton Poems)
Let the flowers make a journey on Monday so that I can see ten daisies in a blue vase with ...
August 8th (Anne Sexton Poems)
And do not be indiscreet or unconventional. Play it safe. Listen here. I've never played it safe in spite of ...
Mr. Mine (Anne Sexton Poems)
Notice how he has numbered the blue veins in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles. Now he goes left. ...