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God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine.

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
Became
Went
Religion
Like
Sandpaper
Dried
God
Sea
Sun

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Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.
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Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
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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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Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.
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The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
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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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As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
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