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 ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only ...
Leaping, leaping, leaping, down line by line, growling at the cadavers, filling the holy jugs with their piss, falling into ...
for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in ...
What can I do with this bayonet? Make a rose bush of it? Poke it into the moon? Shave my ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
There was an unwanted child. Aborted by three modern methods she hung on to the womb, hooked onto I building ...
Come friend, I have an old story to tell you- Listen. Sit down beside me and listen. My face is ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
"Young girls in old Arabia were often buried alive next to their fathers, apparently as sacrifice to the goddesses of ...
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His cigar or bite His fingernails and ...
Husband, last night I dreamt they cut off your hands and feet. Husband, you whispered to me, Now we are ...
We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
"Do you like me?" I asked the blue blazer. No answer. Silence bounced out of his books. Silence fell off ...
Today the circus poster is scabbing off the concrete wall and the children have forgotten if they knew at all. ...
Sing me a thrush, bone. Sing me a nest of cup and pestle. Sing me a sweetbread fr an old ...
Slim inquirer, while the old fathers sleep you are reworking their soil, you have a grocery store there down under ...
Where I waved at the sky And waited your love through a February sleep, I saw birds swinging in, watched ...
In his tenth July some instinct taught him to arm the waiting wave, a giant where its mouth hung open. ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
You said the anger would come back just as the love did. I have a black look I do not ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
You, Doctor Martin, walk from breakfast to madness. Late August, I speed through the antiseptic tunnel where the moving dead ...
I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is ...
One day He tipped His top hat and walked out of the room, ending the argument. He stomped off saying: ...
One day He tipped His top hat and walked out of the room, ending the arguement. He stomped off saying: ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a ...
Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the ...
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