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I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!

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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White
Black
Writing
Poems
Always
Mask
Think
Wearing
Thinking
Victim
Along

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Today life opened inside me like an egg.
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Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.
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Even without wars, life is dangerous.
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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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God owns heaven but He craves the earth.
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I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house.
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I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
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The sky breaks. It sags and breathes upon my face. in the presence of mine enemies, mine enemies The world is full of enemies. There is no safe place.
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O fallen angel, the companion within me, whisper something holy before you pinch me into the grave.
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The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.
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I can only sign over everything, the house, the dog, the ladders, the jewels, the soul, the family tree, the mailbox. Then I can sleep. Maybe.
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