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... a starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.

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
Meal
Meals
Hunger
Asks
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Men
Starving

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The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.
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Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods that present that I lost. Sweet girl, my deathbed, my jewel-fingered lady...
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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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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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I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.
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