I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of… — 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 Its mouth opens four times as out-of-date as a prehistoric monster, yet somehow man-made.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
For forty days, for forty nights Jesus put one foot in front of the other and the man he carried, if it… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power,… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
the man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus. — 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
