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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
God
Writing
Poem

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I was spread out dailyand examined for flaws.
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I was only sitting here in my white study with the awful black words pushing me around.
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Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.
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When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let it sing.
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I did not know the woman I would be nor that blood would bloom in me each month like an exotic flower, nor that children, two monuments, would break from between my legs.
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I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think they're money.
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Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.
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For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.
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I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.
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The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket.
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The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.
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O starry night, This is how I want to die
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I am torn in two but I will conquer myself.
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Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.
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What's the point of fighting the dollars when all you need is a warm bed? When the dog barks you let him in. All we need is someone to let us in. And one other thing: to consider the lilies in the field.
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This is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star.
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Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
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