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The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
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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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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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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We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
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Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.
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The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die.
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Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
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