The Abortion By Anne Sexton

The Abortion Somebody who should have been born is gone. Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from …

Locked Doors By Anne Sexton

Locked Doors For the angels who inhabit this town, although their shape constantly changes, each night we leave some cold potatoes and …

Earthworm By Anne Sexton

Earthworm Slim inquirer, while the old fathers sleep you are reworking their soil, you have a grocery store there down under the …

In Excelsis By Anne Sexton

In Excelsis It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very …

Clothes By Anne Sexton

Clothes Put on a clean shirt before you die, some Russian said. Nothing with drool, please, no egg spots, no blood, no …

What’s That By Anne Sexton

What’s That Before it came inside I had watched it from my kitchen window, watched it swell like a new balloon, watched …

The Black Art By Anne Sexton

The Black Art A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren’t …

Ghosts By Anne Sexton

Ghosts Some ghosts are women, neither abstract nor pale, their breasts as limp as killed fish. Not witches, but ghosts who come, …

August 17th By Anne Sexton

August 17th Surely I will be disquieted by the hospital, that body zone- bodies wrapped in elastic bands, bodies cased in wood …

The Stand-Ins By Anne Sexton

The Stand-Ins In the dream the swastika is neon and flashes like a strobe light into my eyes, all colors, all vibrations …

The Exorcists By Anne Sexton

The Exorcists And I solemnly swear on the chill of secrecy that I know you not, this room never, the swollen dress …

That Day By Anne Sexton

That Day This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this …

Lament By Anne Sexton

Lament Someone is dead. Even the trees know it, those poor old dancers who come on lewdly, all pea-green scarfs and spine …

The Kite By Anne Sexton

The Kite Here, in front of the summer hotel the beach waits like an altar. We are lying on a cloth of …

Gods By Anne Sexton

Gods Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods. She began looking in the sky —expecting a large white angel with a …

As It Was Written By Anne Sexton

As It Was Written Earth, earth, riding your merry-go-round toward extinction, right to the roots, thickening the oceans like gravy, festering in …

The Other By Anne Sexton

The Other Under my bowels, yellow with smoke, it waits. Under my eyes, those milk bunnies, it waits. It is waiting. It …

The Dead Heart By Anne Sexton

The Dead Heart After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, “Yes.” And I said, merely to myself, “I wish …

Cockroach By Anne Sexton

Cockroach Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps of …

Her Kind By Anne Sexton

Her Kind have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch …

Star-Nosed Mole By Anne Sexton

Star-Nosed Mole Mole, angel-dog of the pit, digging six miles a night, what’s up with you in your sooty suit, where’s your …

Live By Anne Sexton

Live Live or die, but don’t poison everything… Well, death’s been here for a long time – it has a hell of …

Young By Anne Sexton

Young A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was summer …

The House By Anne Sexton

The House In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its …