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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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Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus.
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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 will be steel! I will build a steel bridge over my need! I will build a bomb shelter over my heart! But my future is a secret. It is as shy as a mole.
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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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Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside
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Here in the hospital, I say,that is not my body, not my body.I am not here for the doctorsto read like a recipe.
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I keep feeling that there isn't one poem being written by any one of us - or a book or anything like that. The whole life of us writers, the whole product I guess I mean, is the one long poem - a community effort if you will. It's all the same poem. It doesn't belong to any one writer - it's God's poem perhaps. Or God's people's poem.
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I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.
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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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sorrow is easier than guilt.
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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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Need is not quite belief.
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I burn the way money burns.
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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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Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.
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I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything.
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The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.
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I try to take care and be gentle to them. Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair.
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I grow old on my bitterness.
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Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.
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