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I burn the way money burns.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Burns
Burn
Money
Way

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To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.
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I said, the poets are there I hear them singing and lying around their round table and around me still.
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My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.
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I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.
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I am tearing the feathers out of the pillows, waiting, waiting for Daddy to come home and stuff me so full of our infected child that I turn invisible, but married, at last.
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All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.
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Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.
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