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I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.

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
Thinks
Reach
Crazy
Words
Thinking
People

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What's the point of fighting the dollars when all you need is a warm bed? When the dog barks you let him in. All we need is someone to let us in. And one other thing: to consider the lilies in the field.
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And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself
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My life has appeared unclothed in court, detail by detail, death-bone witness by death-bone witness, and I was shamed at the verdict.
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Blue eyes wash off sometimes.
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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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Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...?
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The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket.
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Daisies in water are the longest lasting flower you can give to someone. Fact. Buy daisies. Not roses.
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Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.
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The tongue, the Chinese say, is like a sharp knife: it kills without drawing blood.
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life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
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I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.
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Need is not quite belief.
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sorrow is easier than guilt.
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I am out of practice at living. You are as brave as a motorcycle.
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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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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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It would be pleasant to be drunk.
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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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And thus Snow White became the prince's bride. The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast and when she arrived there were red-hot iron shoes, in the manner of red-hot roller skates, clamped upon her feet.
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