The Room Of My Life By Anne Sexton

The Room Of My Life Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the…

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The Fallen Angels By Anne Sexton

The Fallen Angels They come on to my clean sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot. They do not do this to be mean,…

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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 its knot, I…

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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 a bowl of…

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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 earth and it…

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Admonitions To A Special Person By Anne Sexton

Admonitions To A Special Person Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate,…

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The Inventory Of Goodbye By Anne Sexton

The Inventory Of Goodbye I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. I…

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The Death King By Anne Sexton

The Death King I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing the wood,…

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Small Wire By Anne Sexton

Small Wire My faith is a great weight hung on a small wire, as doth the spider hang her baby on a thin web, as…

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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 wide, and it…

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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 sweat, no sperm….

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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 it slump and…

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The Witch’s Life By Anne Sexton

The Witch’s Life When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered…

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The Fury Of Hating Eyes By Anne Sexton

The Fury Of Hating Eyes I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere off the North Atlantic and suffocate them…

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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 enough; as if…

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My Friend, My Friend By Anne Sexton

My Friend, My Friend Who will forgive me for the things I do? With no special legend of God to refer to, With my calm…

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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, moving their useless…

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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 or used like…

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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 and I see…

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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 I wear, nor…

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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 is the typewriter…

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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 pole. I think……

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Doors, Doors, Doors By Anne Sexton

Doors, Doors, Doors 1. Old Man Old man, it’s four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. Puffing as…

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A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston By Anne Sexton

A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding…

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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 sand while the…

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The Death Baby By Anne Sexton

The Death Baby 1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth stiffened into…

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Ringing The Bells By Anne Sexton

Ringing The Bells And this is the way they ring the bells in Bedlam and this is the bell-lady who comes each Tuesday morning to…

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In The Deep Museum By Anne Sexton

In The Deep Museum My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn’t I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging for…

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Consorting With Angels By Anne Sexton

Consorting With Angels I was tired of being a woman, tired of the spoons and the post, tired of my mouth and my breasts, tired…

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When Man Enters Woman By Anne Sexton

When Man Enters Woman When man, enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure…

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The Wedding Ring Dance By Anne Sexton

The Wedding Ring Dance I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing a…

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The Fury Of Guitars And Sopranos By Anne Sexton

The Fury Of Guitars And Sopranos This singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a votive candle. I have a dream-mother who…

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The Big Boots Of Pain By Anne Sexton

The Big Boots Of Pain There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body’s fall from grace, to untorture and to plead…

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Noon Walk On The Asylum Lawn By Anne Sexton

Noon Walk On The Asylum Lawn The summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree. though I walk through the valley of the shadow It…

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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 blue crotch. No…

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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 your caves, you…

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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 is waiting. Mr….

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The Expatriates By Anne Sexton

The Expatriates My dear, it was a moment to clutch for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing is the act…

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The Angel Food Dogs By Anne Sexton

The Angel Food Dogs Leaping, leaping, leaping, down line by line, growling at the cadavers, filling the holy jugs with their piss, falling into windows…

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Lessons In Hunger By Anne Sexton

Lessons In Hunger ‘Do you like me?’ I asked the blue blazer. No answer. Silence bounced out of his books. Silence fell off his tongue…

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Elegy In The Classroom By Anne Sexton

Elegy In The Classroom In the thin classroom, where your face was noble and your words were all things, I find this boily creature in…

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A Curse Against Elegies By Anne Sexton

A Curse Against Elegies Oh, love, why do we argue like this? I am tired of all your pious talk. Also, I am tired of…

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The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts By Anne Sexton

The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts Who’s she, that one in your arms? She’s the one I carried my bones to and built…

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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 it could be…

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Said The Poet To The Analyst By Anne Sexton

Said The Poet To The Analyst My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am…

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In Celebration Of My Uterus By Anne Sexton

In Celebration Of My Uterus Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they…

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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 coal that are…

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The Wifebeater By Anne Sexton

The Wifebeater There will be mud on the carpet tonight and blood in the gravy as well. The wifebeater is out, the childbeater is out…

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The Fury Of God’s Good-Bye By Anne Sexton

The Fury Of God’s Good-Bye One day He tipped His top hat and walked out of the room, ending the argument. He stomped off saying:…

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The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator By Anne Sexton

The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator The end of the affair is always death. She’s my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself…

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Music Swims Back To Me By Anne Sexton

Music Swims Back To Me Wait Mister. Which way is home? They turned the light out and the dark is moving in the corner. There…

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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 over the plain…

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Anna Who Was Mad By Anne Sexton

Anna Who Was Mad Anna who was mad, I have a knife in my armpit. When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages. Am…

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The Moss Of His Skin By Anne Sexton

The Moss Of His Skin ‘Young girls in old Arabia were often buried alive next to their fathers, apparently as sacrifice to the goddesses of…

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The Firebombers By Anne Sexton

The Firebombers We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like cauliflowers. The bomb…

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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 kitchen at? I…

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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 a lot to…

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Dreaming The Breasts By Anne Sexton

Dreaming The Breasts Mother, strange goddess face above my milk home, that delicate asylum, I ate you up. All my need took you down like…

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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 as long as…

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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 kelly-green lawn. The…

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