I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry and He said, Oh Lord, send down a short-order cook. — 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
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
I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Then God spoke to me and said: People say only good things about Christmas. If they want to say something bad, they… — 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
