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Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.
Anne Sexton
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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
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All the oxygen of the world was in them. All the feet of the babies of the world were in them. All the crotches of the angels of the world were in them. All the morning kisses of Philadelphia were in them.
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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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Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
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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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Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.
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I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.
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But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic.
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Daisies in water are the longest lasting flower you can give to someone. Fact. Buy daisies. Not roses.
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Earth, earthriding your merry-go-roundtoward extinction,right to the rootsthickening the oceans like gravy,festering in your caves,you are becoming a latrine.
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When the cow gives blood and the Christ is born we must all eat sacrifices. We must all eat beautiful women.
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Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.
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It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious
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Thumbs grow into my throat. I wear slaps like a spot of rouge.
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I brush my hair, waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard, for the soft, soft bones that were laid apart and were screwed together. They will knit. And the other corpse, the fractured heart, I feed it piecemeal, little chalice. I'm good to it.
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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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The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
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To tell the truth days are all the same size and words aren't much company.
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The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket.
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