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I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think they're money.

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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Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.
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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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Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside
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Fear / a motor, / pumps me around and around / until I fade slowly.
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I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.
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unless I can shake myself free of my dog, my flag, of my desk, my mind, I find life a bit of a drag. Not always, mind you. Usually I'm like my frying pan useful, graceful, sturdy and with no caper, no plan.
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The fish are naked. The fish are always awake. They are the color of old spoons and caramels.
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I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.
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I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.
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I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves.
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