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Today life opened inside me like an egg.

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
Opened
Inside
Today
Life
Like
Eggs

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I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.
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Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
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Pulling off the fat diamond engagement ring, pulling off the elopement wedding ring, and holding them, clicking them in thumb and forefinger, the indent of twenty-five years, like a tiny rip leaving its mark.
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Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out.
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I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?
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