“Many women are singing together of this: one is in a shoe factory cursing the machine, one is at the aquarium tending… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“ Her Kind I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I said, the poets are there I hear them singing and lying around their round table and around me still. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell of a… — 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
I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God my typewriter… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“We were fair game but we have kept out of the cesspool. We are strong. We are the good ones. Do not… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think… — 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
