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I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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Books
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People

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... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.
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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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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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Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry and He said, Oh Lord, send down a short-order cook.
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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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Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...?
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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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The snow has quietness in it no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.
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Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.
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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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Mood can be as important as sense.
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I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
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