Author: Anne Sexton

What can I do with this bayonet? Make a rose bush of it? Poke it into the moon? Shave my […]

A red-hot needle Hangs out of him, he steers by it As if it were a rudder, he Would get […]

They sit in a row Outside the kindergarten, Black, red, brown, all With those brass buckles. Remember when you couldn’t […]

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 day of fire is coming, the thrush, Will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket, The beetle will sink […]

You said the anger would come back Just as the love did. I have a black look I do not […]

Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted […]

When man, Enters woman, Like the surf biting the shore, Again and again, And the woman opens her mouth with […]

I hired a carpenter To build my coffin And last night I lay in it, Braced by a pillow, Sniffing […]

Come friend, I have an old story to tell you- Listen. Sit down beside me and listen. My face is […]

I am the love killer, I am murdering the music we thought so special, That blazed between us, over and […]

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost […]

This is the key to it. This is the key to everything. Preciously. I am worse than the gamekeeper’s children […]

for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an Appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in […]

I was tired of being a woman, Tired of the spoons and the post, Tired of my mouth and my […]