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Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.

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
Anoint
Veins
Reach
Books
Friends
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I sit at my desk each night with no place to go, opening the wrinkled maps of Milwaukee and Buffalo, the whole U.S., its cemeteries, its arbitrary time zones, through routes like small veins, capitals like small stones.
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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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life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
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think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!
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There is no word for time. Today we will not think to number another summer or watch its white bird into the ground.
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Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter. You know. Insane or sane, you know. It’s a good thing to know - no matter what they call it.
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Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love.
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I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think they're money.
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Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
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God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine.
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Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.
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Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings
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I tied down time with a rope but it came back. Then I put my head in a death bowl and my eyes shut up like clams. They didn't come back.
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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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She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.
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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough?
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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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Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.
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I am younger each year at the first snow.
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