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
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
this is no dream just my oily life where the people are alibis and the street is unfindable for an entire lifetime. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes.… — 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
unless I can shake myself free of my dog, my flag, of my desk, my mind, I find life a bit of… — 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
What's the point of fighting the dollars when all you need is a warm bed? When the dog barks you let him… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything… — 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
I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what… — 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
“Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
So I won't hang around in my hospital shift, repeating The Black Mass and all of it. I say Live, Live because… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
My life has appeared unclothed in court, detail by detail, death-bone witness by death-bone witness, and I was shamed at the verdict. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Wanting to Die Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“and God was there like an island I had not rowed to, still ignorant of Him, my arms, and my legs worked,… — 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
