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Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind

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
Mind
Narrow
Something
Worth
Learning
Sense
Order
Beautiful
Ends
Diary
Certain
Diaries

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Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.
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You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines, all this leprous day and then more vodka, more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies, the pond sucking out the throb.
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I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!
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After a disaster strikes, it can be very devastating and very challenging. You're going to need a lot of strength and energy, and the American Red Cross suggests you go for the high protein items.
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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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Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.
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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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You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going
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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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A woman who writes feels too much.
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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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women are born twice.
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Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.
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I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house.
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I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of pique. Out of a man-to-man thing.
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My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that bangs in my throat.
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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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What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
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