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Mood can be as important as sense.

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
Mood
Sense
Feelings
Important

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Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.
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Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.
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God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
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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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I have been cut in two.
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My safe, safe psychosis is broken. It was hard. It was made of stone. It covered my face like a mask. But it has cracked.
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Jewels! Today each twig is important, each ring, each infection, each form is all that the gods must have meant.
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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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After a disaster strikes, it can be very devastating and very challenging. You're going to need a lot of strength and energy, and the American Red Cross suggests you go for the high protein items.
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I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.
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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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Pulling off the fat diamond engagement ring, pulling off the elopement wedding ring, and holding them, clicking them in thumb and forefinger, the indent of twenty-five years, like a tiny rip leaving its mark.
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Thumbs grow into my throat. I wear slaps like a spot of rouge.
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You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.
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I said, the poets are there I hear them singing and lying around their round table and around me still.
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the heart, this child of myself that resides in the flesh, this ultimate signature of the me, the start of my blindness and sleep, builds a death crèche.
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Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.
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I put the gold star up in the front window beside the flag. Alterations is what I know and what I did: hems, gussets and seams.
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