Anne Sexton
Anne Sexton
Anne Sextonwas an American poet, known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967 for her book Live or Die. Themes of her poetry include her long battle against depression and mania, suicidal tendencies, and various intimate details from her private life, including her relationships with her husband and children...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 November 1928
CityNewton, MA
CountryUnited States of America
Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.
The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit.
The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives
I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.
Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead.
Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.
I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.
The tongue, the Chinese say, is like a sharp knife: it kills without drawing blood.
As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.
Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.
O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house.
And the aura of you remains, remains, remains…
For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.