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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
Hands
Life
Kitchen
Poetry
Face
Faces

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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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As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
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Mood can be as important as sense.
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I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.
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it was my first doll that water went into and water came out of much earlier it was the diaper I wore and the dirt thereof and my mother hating me for it
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No matter whose bed you die in the bed will be yours for your voyage onto the surgical andiron of God.
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Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.
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Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.
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Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.
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Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
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For forty days, for forty nights Jesus put one foot in front of the other and the man he carried, if it was a man, became heavier and heavier.
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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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To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.
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I leave you, home, when I'm ripped from the doorstep by commerce or fate. Then I submit to the awful subway of the world.
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Once I was a couple. I was my own king and queen with cheese and bread and rosé on the rocks of Rockport.
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Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?
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Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out.
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All considerations for these human remains! They must have an escort! They are classified!
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I put the gold star up in the front window beside the flag. Alterations is what I know and what I did: hems, gussets and seams.
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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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