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When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.

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
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Born
Inspirational
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we do not explain my husband's insane abuse and we do not say why your wild-haired wife has fled or that my father opened like a walnut and then was dead. Your palms fold over me like knees. Love is the only use.
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God is only mocked by believers.
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My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
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Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love.
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Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far.
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One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
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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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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
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If you meet a cross-eyed person you must plunge into the grass, alongside the chilly ants, fish through the green fingernails and come up with the four-leaf clover.
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My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.
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Loving me with my shoes off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons and my feet, those two children let out to play naked.
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Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.
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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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Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
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Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren
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Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.
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Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.
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I have been cut in two.
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I have forgiven all the old actors for dying. A new one comes on with the same lines, like large white growths, in his mouth. The dancers come on from the wings, perfectly mated.
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I love the word warm. It is almost unbearable-- so moist and breathlike.
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