I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer! — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
There is no word for time. Today we will not think to number another summer or watch its white bird into the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I was only sitting here in my white study with the awful black words pushing me around. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
What a lay me down this is with two pink, two orange, two green, two white goodnights. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse. — 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,… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
And thus Snow White became the prince's bride. The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast and when she arrived there… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children… I was trying my damnedest to lead… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
My sleeping pill is white. It is a splendid pearl; it floats me out of myself, my stung skin as alien as… — 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
You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and… — 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
