The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light.… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I was the girl of the chain letter, the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes, the one of the telephone… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods that present that I lost.… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Suddenly I'm not half the girl I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me . . . From me to… — 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
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself. — 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
