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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
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Massachusetts
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I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful and downward into a decade’s quart and downward into a lifetime’s ocean. I alternate treading water and deadman’s float.
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... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.
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Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
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Home is my Bethlehem, my succoring shelter, my mental hospital, my wife, my dam, my husband, my sir, my womb, my skull.
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God owns heaven but He craves the earth.
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Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.
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My eyes, those sluts, those whores, would play no more.
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Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren
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All considerations for these human remains! They must have an escort! They are classified!
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Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.
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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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All the oxygen of the world was in them. All the feet of the babies of the world were in them. All the crotches of the angels of the world were in them. All the morning kisses of Philadelphia were in them.
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Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my 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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Poetry to me is prayer.
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The joy that isn't shared dies young.
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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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Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.
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The tongue, the Chinese say, is like a sharp knife: it kills without drawing blood.
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Dead drunk is the term I think of, insensible, neither cool nor warm, without a head or a foot. To be drunk is to be intimate with a fool.
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