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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
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Careful
Words
Language
Daisies
Bruises

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I have been cut in two.
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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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In a letter (no matter how quickly it is written or honestly or freely or lovingly) it is more possible to be loving and lovable, more possible to reach out and to take in ... I feel I have somehow deceived you into thinking this is really a human relationship. It is a letter relationship between humans.
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I love the word warm. It is almost unbearable-- so moist and breathlike.
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Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out.
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One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
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There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab.
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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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Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs, whirling off on a thumb or a motorcycle.
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True. There is a beautiful Jesus. He is frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef. How desperately he wanted to pull his arms in! How desperately I touch his vertical and horizontal axes! But I can't. Need is not quite belief.
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Take adultery or theft. Merely sins. It is evil who dines on the soul, stretching out its long bone tongue. It is evil who tweezers my heart, picking out its atomic worms.
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Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
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You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.
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I burn the way money burns.
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I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
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When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
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I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.
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O starry night, This is how I want to die
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