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Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.

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
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Faces
Hands
Life
Kitchen
Poetry

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Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.
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I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.
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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
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I am out of practice at living. You are as brave as a motorcycle.
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My mouth blooms like a cut.
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Watch out for love (unless it is true, and every part of you says yes including the toes), it will wrap you up like a mummy, and your scream won't be heard and none of your running will run.
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Poems aren't postcards to send home.
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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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Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out.
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Rats live on no evil star
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But even in a telephone booth evil can seep out of the receiver and we must cover it with a mattress, and then tear it from its roots and bury it, bury it.
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And thus Snow White became the prince's bride. The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast and when she arrived there were red-hot iron shoes, in the manner of red-hot roller skates, clamped upon her feet.
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It doesn't matter who my father was it matters who I remember he was.
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And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.
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When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let it sing.
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We are all writing God's poem.
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What's the point of fighting the dollars when all you need is a warm bed? When the dog barks you let him in. All we need is someone to let us in. And one other thing: to consider the lilies in the field.
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All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.
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You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.
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