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I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.

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
Artist
Ever
Life
Recreating
Busy
Wonder
Lives

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Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
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Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.
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It's all a matter of history. Brandy is no solace. Librium only lies me down like a dead snow queen. Yes! I am still the criminal.
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There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab.
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I would like to think that no one would die anymore if we all believed in daisies but the worms know better, don't they? They slide into the ear of a corpse and listen to his great sigh.
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And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.
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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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Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.
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I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere.
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It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.
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I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
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To love another is somethinglike prayer and it can't be planned, you just fallinto its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
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There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning.
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The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth.
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There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have made a vocation of it.
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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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My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out.
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