God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea... — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Once upon a time we were all born, popped out like jelly rolls forgetting our fishdom, the pleasuring seas, the country of… — 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… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The… — 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
