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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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To tell the truth days are all the same size and words aren't much company.
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Love your self's self where it lives.
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Every time I get happy the Nana-hex comes through. Birds turn into plumber's tools, a sonnet turns into a dirty joke, a wind turns into a tracheotomy, a boat turns into a corpse.
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I am out of practice at living. You are as brave as a motorcycle.
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Come, my pretender, my fritter, my bubbler, my chicken biddy! Oh succulent one, it is but one turn in the road and I would be a cannibal!
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Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.
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Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter. You know. Insane or sane, you know. It’s a good thing to know - no matter what they call it.
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One of my secret instructions to myself as a poet is Whatever you do, don't be boring.
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Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.
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Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone. Don't send death in his fat red suit and his ho-ho baritone.
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think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!
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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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Now, in my middle age, about nineteen in the head I'd say, I am rowing, I am rowing.
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Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.
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Today life opened inside me like an egg.
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Now that I have written many words, and let out so many loves, for so many, and been altogether what I always was a woman of excess, of zeal and greed, I find the effort useless.
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You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going
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To die whole, riddled with nothing but desire for it, is like breakfast after love.
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The fish are naked. The fish are always awake. They are the color of old spoons and caramels.
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Somebody who should have been born is gone. Yes, woman, such logic will lead to loss without death. Or say what you meant, you coward . . . this baby that I bleed.
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