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As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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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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Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf.
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Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
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life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
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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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And within the house ashes are being stuffed into my marriage, fury is lapping the walls, dishes crack on the shelves, a strangler needs my throat, the daughter has ceased to eat anything.
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The snow has quietness in it no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.
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I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!
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You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.
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What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
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Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
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The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
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I brush my hair, waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard, for the soft, soft bones that were laid apart and were screwed together. They will knit. And the other corpse, the fractured heart, I feed it piecemeal, little chalice. I'm good to it.
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Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone. Don't send death in his fat red suit and his ho-ho baritone.
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I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
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Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
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I am younger each year at the first snow.
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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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