you see, we live in a cold climate and are not permitted to kiss on the street so I made up a… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Of course the New Testament is very small. Its mouth opens four times as out-of-date as a prehistoric monster, yet somehow man-made. — 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
My safe, safe psychosis is broken. It was hard. It was made of stone. It covered my face like a mask. But… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Bless all useful objects, the spoons made of bone, the mattress I cook my dreams upon, the typewriter that is my church… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if… — 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
