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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!

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
Well
Larger
Think
Innocent
Thinking
Admire
Wings
Icarus
Ocean
Fog
Goes
Blast
Quite
Mythology
Wells
Sail

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