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Need is not quite belief.
Anne Sexton
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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.
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Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.
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The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
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My mouth blooms like a cut.
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I try to take care and be gentle to them. Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair.
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I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.
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Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it said?
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Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.
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Here in the hospital, I say,that is not my body, not my body.I am not here for the doctorsto read like a recipe.
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I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
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Then God spoke to me and said: People say only good things about Christmas. If they want to say something bad, they whisper.
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I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.
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... a starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.
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Home is my Bethlehem, my succoring shelter, my mental hospital, my wife, my dam, my husband, my sir, my womb, my skull.
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Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.
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We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
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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 in like a circus hand.
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My faith is a great weight hung on a small wire, as doth the spider hang her baby on a thin web.
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And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, My need is more desperate! and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.
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