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Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
Anne Sexton
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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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The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die.
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There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have made a vocation of it.
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I was the girl of the chain letter, the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes, the one of the telephone bills, the wrinkled photo and the lost connections.
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... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.
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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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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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As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
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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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Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it said?
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I brush my hair, waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard, for the soft, soft bones that were laid apart and were screwed together. They will knit. And the other corpse, the fractured heart, I feed it piecemeal, little chalice. I'm good to it.
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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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Poems aren't postcards to send home.
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I would sell my life to avoid the pain that begins in the crib with its bars or perhaps with your first breath when the planets drill your future into you.
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Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out.
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I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.
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I am torn in two but I will conquer myself.
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Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
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When I lie down to love, old dwarf heart shakes her head. Like an imbecile she was born old.
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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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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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