Quote

Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.

Anne Sexton

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Limes
Asparagus
Tongues
Seasons
Tongue
Rich

More quotes by Anne Sexton

Image
It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious
Anne Sexton
Image
Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.
Anne Sexton
Image
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
Anne Sexton
Image
I see myself as one would see another. I have been cut in two.
Anne Sexton
Image
There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God give milk and I have the pail.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?
Anne Sexton
Image
Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.
Anne Sexton
Image
Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.
Anne Sexton
Image
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.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house.
Anne Sexton
Image
Daylight is nobody's friend. God comes in like a landlord and flashes on his brassy lamp.
Anne Sexton
Image
I would like to think that no one would die anymore if we all believed in daisies but the worms know better, don't they? They slide into the ear of a corpse and listen to his great sigh.
Anne Sexton
Image
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.
Anne Sexton
Image
Love your self's self where it lives.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am out of practice at living. You are as brave as a motorcycle.
Anne Sexton
Image
I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.
Anne Sexton
Image
No matter whose bed you die in the bed will be yours for your voyage onto the surgical andiron of God.
Anne Sexton
Image
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.
Anne Sexton
Image
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
Anne Sexton
Image
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.
Anne Sexton