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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
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Reach
Crazy
Words
Thinking
People
Thinks

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The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.
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I grow old on my bitterness.
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Dead drunk is the term I think of, insensible, neither cool nor warm, without a head or a foot. To be drunk is to be intimate with a fool.
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God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.
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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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Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses.
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The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
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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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Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...?
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Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.
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I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by
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Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.
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O fallen angel, the companion within me, whisper something holy before you pinch me into the grave.
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But even in a telephone booth evil can seep out of the receiver and we must cover it with a mattress, and then tear it from its roots and bury it, bury it.
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I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.
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Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
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A woman who writes feels too much.
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She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.
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But my future is a secret. / It is as shy as a mole.
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bike downtown, stick out tongues at the Catholics. Or form a Piss Club where we all go in the bushes and peek at each other's sex.
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