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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.
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Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out.
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God is only mocked by believers.
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Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.
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Bless all useful objects, the spoons made of bone, the mattress I cook my dreams upon, the typewriter that is my church with an altar of keys always waiting.
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Today God gives milk / and I have the pail.
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The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
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I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
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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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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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Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
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My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
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I remember the stink of the liverwurst. How I was put on a platter and laid between the mayonnaise and the bacon. The rhythm of the refrigerator had been disturbed.
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Daylight is nobody's friend. God comes in like a landlord and flashes on his brassy lamp.
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Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...?
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Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.
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Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
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The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
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Of course the New Testament is very small. Its mouth opens four times as out-of-date as a prehistoric monster, yet somehow man-made.
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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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