Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket. — 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
It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
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
I brush my hair, waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard, for the soft, soft bones that were… — 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
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
