My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
This is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I said, the poets are there I hear them singing and lying around their round table and around me still. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I was only sitting here in my white study with the awful black words pushing me around. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Now that I have written many words, and let out so many loves, for so many, and been altogether what I always… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
One of my secret instructions to myself as a poet is "Whatever you do, don't be boring." — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God my typewriter… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
With this pen I take in hand my selves and with these dead disciples I will grapple. Though rain curses the window… — 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
