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My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees.

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
Words
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Swarming
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Bless all useful objects, the spoons made of bone, the mattress I cook my dreams upon, the typewriter that is my church with an altar of keys always waiting.
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... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.
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Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings
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... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.
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Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.
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No matter whose bed you die in the bed will be yours for your voyage onto the surgical andiron of God.
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Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.
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I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.
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Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter. You know. Insane or sane, you know. It’s a good thing to know - no matter what they call it.
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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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There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
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In an old time there was a king as wise as a dictionary.
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The joy that isn't shared dies young.
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I see myself as one would see another. I have been cut in two.
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My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that bangs in my throat.
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Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.
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Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods that present that I lost. Sweet girl, my deathbed, my jewel-fingered lady...
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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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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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being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions
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