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Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton

An Obsessive Combination of Onotological Inscape, Trickery and Love

Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
down tiers of tries until its secret rites
make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS
can amazingly and funnily become STAR
and right to left that small star
is mine, for my own liking, to stare
its five lucky pins inside out, to store
forever kindly, as if it were a star
I touched and a miracle I really wrote.

Otras obras de Anne Sexton...
Starry night over the Rhône, by Vincent van Gogh
The Starry Night

The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree… up like a drowned woman into the h… The town is silent. The night boi… Oh starry starry night! This is h…
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The Gold Key

The speaker in this case is a middle—aged witch, me— tangled on my two great arms, my face in a book and my mouth wide,
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Love Letter Written in a Burning Building

I am in a crate, the crate that wa… full of white shirts and salad gre… the icebox knocking at our delecta… and I wore movies in my eyes, and you wore eggs in your tunnel,
The Farmer's Wife

From the hodge porridge of their country lust, their local life in Illinois, where all their acres look like a sprouting broom factory,
Christmas Eve

Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods— that present that I lost. Sweet girl, my deathbed,
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Venus and the Ark

The missile to launch a missile was almost a secret. Two male Ph.D.’s were picked and primed to fill it and one hundred
Wanting to Die

Since you ask, most days I cannot… I walk in my clothing, unmarked by… Then the almost unnameable lust re… Even then I have nothing against… I know well the grass blades you m…
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The Angel Food Dogs

Leaping, leaping, leaping, down line by line, growling at the cadavers, filling the holy jugs with their p… falling into windows and mauling t…
Sylvia's Death

O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoo… with two children, two meteors wandering loose in a tiny playroom… with your mouth into the sheet,
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Red Roses

Tommy is three and when he’s bad his mother dances with him. She puts on the record, 'Red Roses for a Blue Lady’ and throws him across the room.
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The Dead Heart

After I wrote this, a friend scra… And I said, merely to myself, “I… different seizure—as with Molly B… yes I said yes I will Yes.' It is not a turtle
Dreaming the Breasts

Mother, strange goddess face above my milk home, that delicate asylum, I ate you up.
The Break Away

Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the infectious J… and a perhaps land, a possibly pro…
After Auschwitz

Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi
Old Dwarf Heart

True. All too true. I have never… life. All my decay has taken place… Henderson the Rain King, by Saul… When I lie down to love, old dwarf heart shakes her head.



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