I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
At six I lived in a graveyard full of dolls, avoiding myself, my body, the suspect in its grotesque house. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines, all this leprous day and then more vodka, more soda and the pond forgiving our… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Here in the hospital, I say,that is not my body, not my body.I am not here for the doctorsto read like a… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Loving me with my shoes off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my feet, those… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...? — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough? — 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 dust, never… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
