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I am out of practice at living. You are as brave as a motorcycle.

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
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Life
Motorcycle
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All who love have lied.
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The snow has quietness in it no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.
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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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I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.
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Frog has no nerves. Frog is as old as a cockroach. Frog is my father's genitals. Frog is a malformed doorknob. Frog is a soft bag of green.
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think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!
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But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic.
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In a dream you are never eighty.
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And the aura of you remains, remains, remains...
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Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
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I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
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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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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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To tell the truth days are all the same size and words aren't much company.
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Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.
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My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.
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Need is not quite belief.
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And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, My need is more desperate! and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.
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I remember the stink of the liverwurst. How I was put on a platter and laid between the mayonnaise and the bacon. The rhythm of the refrigerator had been disturbed.
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Take adultery or theft. Merely sins. It is evil who dines on the soul, stretching out its long bone tongue. It is evil who tweezers my heart, picking out its atomic worms.
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