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Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead.

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
Busy
Dead
Feet
Take
Graveyard
Foot

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I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.
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I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.
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The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth.
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I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.
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All in all, I'd say, the world is strangling.
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My life has appeared unclothed in court, detail by detail, death-bone witness by death-bone witness, and I was shamed at the verdict.
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I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.
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The body is a damn hard thing to kill.
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I am out of practice at living. You are as brave as a motorcycle.
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The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
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Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.
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