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We are all writing God's poem.

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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God
Writing

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Home is my Bethlehem, my succoring shelter, my mental hospital, my wife, my dam, my husband, my sir, my womb, my skull.
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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
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