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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
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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God
Writing

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True. There is a beautiful Jesus. He is frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef. How desperately he wanted to pull his arms in! How desperately I touch his vertical and horizontal axes! But I can't. Need is not quite belief.
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I am out of practice at living. You are as brave as a motorcycle.
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I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.
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The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is the waves fold over each other they are in love with themselves sleeping in their own skin and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.
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To die whole, riddled with nothing but desire for it, is like breakfast after love.
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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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You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.
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Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.
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Even without wars, life is dangerous.
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Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.
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I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.
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Take adultery or theft. Merely sins. It is evil who dines on the soul, stretching out its long bone tongue. It is evil who tweezers my heart, picking out its atomic worms.
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I grow old on my bitterness.
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My eyes, those sluts, those whores, would play no more.
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The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.
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Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
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The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit.
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The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives
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There is no word for time. Today we will not think to number another summer or watch its white bird into the ground.
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I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.
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