The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Home is my Bethlehem, my succoring shelter, my mental hospital, my wife, my dam, my husband, my sir, my womb, my skull. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
And within the house ashes are being stuffed into my marriage, fury is lapping the walls, dishes crack on the shelves, a… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am tearing the feathers out of the pillows, waiting, waiting for Daddy to come home and stuff me so full of… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
you see, we live in a cold climate and are not permitted to kiss on the street so I made up a… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
And within the house ashes are being stuffed into my marriage, fury is lapping the walls, dishes crack on the shelves, a… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
we do not explain my husband's insane abuse and we do not say why your wild-haired wife has fled or that my… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children… I was trying my damnedest to lead… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
And thus Snow White became the prince's bride. The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast and when she arrived there… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Pulling off the fat diamond engagement ring, pulling off the elopement wedding ring, and holding them, clicking them in thumb and forefinger,… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. — Anne Sexton Copy Share
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
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… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
I have forgiven all the old actors for dying. A new one comes on with the same lines, like large white growths, in his… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
“From the Garden” Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of words away… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...? — Anne Sexton Copy Share
I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of pique. Out… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough? — Anne Sexton Copy Share
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or dust, never… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
“Quite collected at cocktail parties, meanwhile in my head I'm undergoing open-heart surgery.” — Anne Sexton Copy Share
Now that I have written many words, and let out so many loves, for so many, and been altogether what I always was a… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
