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Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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Imagery
Images
Poet
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There is no word for time. Today we will not think to number another summer or watch its white bird into the ground.
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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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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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Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
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[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.
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Of course the New Testament is very small. Its mouth opens four times as out-of-date as a prehistoric monster, yet somehow man-made.
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We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
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Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...?
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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 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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It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time you rode a bike, wallowing up the sidewalk.
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it was my first doll that water went into and water came out of much earlier it was the diaper I wore and the dirt thereof and my mother hating me for it
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When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let it sing.
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Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough?
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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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Somebody who should have been born is gone. Yes, woman, such logic will lead to loss without death. Or say what you meant, you coward . . . this baby that I bleed.
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One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
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I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.
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Take a woman talking, purging herself with rhymes, drumming words out like a typewriter, planting words in you like grass seed. You'll move off.
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Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.
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