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
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
Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
stop the darkness and its amputations and find the real McCoy in the private holiness of my hands. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have… — 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
