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
As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.
The sanest thing in this world is love.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are ...
All who love have lied.
Earth, earthriding your merry-go-roundtoward extinction,right to the rootsthickening the oceans like gravy,festering in your caves,you are becoming a latrine.
Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.
I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.
Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.
I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.
Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen....