I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The summer has seized you, as when, last month in Amalfi, I saw lemons as large as your desk-side globe-that miniature map… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I would sell my life to avoid the pain that begins in the crib with its bars or perhaps with your first… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power,… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
it was my first doll that water went into and water came out of much earlier it was the diaper I wore… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your… — 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
Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are… — 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
