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
Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs, whirling off on a thumb or a motorcycle. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Death, with one-eyed jack in his hand, makes a promise to the thirteenth child.” — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
the heart, this child of myself that resides in the flesh, this ultimate signature of the me, the start of my blindness… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who have seen… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I did not know the woman I would be nor that blood would bloom in me each month like an exotic flower,… — 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 was a victim of the American Dream, the bourgeois, middle-class dream. All I wanted was a little piece of life, to… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Why are all these dolls falling out of the sky? Was there a father? Or have the planets cut holes in their… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The family story tells, and it was told true, of my great-grandfather who begat eight genius children and bought twelve almost new… — 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,… — 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… — 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
“Courage It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time… — 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
When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time you… — 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
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
There once was a miller with a daughter as lovely as a grape. He told the king that she could spin gold… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Funnel The family story tells, and it was told true, of my great-grandfather who begat eight genius children and bought twelve almost-new… — 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
