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
I raise my pelvis to God so that it may know the truth of how flowers smash through the long winter. — 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
Take adultery or theft. Merely sins. It is evil who dines on the soul, stretching out its long bone tongue. It is… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long ... — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I keep feeling that there isn't one poem being written by any one of us - or a book or anything like… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Loving me with my shoes off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my feet, those… — 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
