Anne Sexton Quotes
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Anne Sexton Famous Quotes & Sayings
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I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.
Despite my asbestos gloves,
the cough is filling me with black,
and a red powder seeps through my veins ...
the cough is filling me with black,
and a red powder seeps through my veins ...
My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend
that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.
that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.
Take the brown eyes of my father,
those gun shots, those mean muds.
Bury them.
Take the blue eyes of my mother,
naked as the sea ...
those gun shots, those mean muds.
Bury them.
Take the blue eyes of my mother,
naked as the sea ...
This is what poems are:
with mercy
for the greedy,
they are the tongue's wrangle,
the world's pottage, the rat's star.
with mercy
for the greedy,
they are the tongue's wrangle,
the world's pottage, the rat's star.
I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
The snow has quietness in it; no songs,
no smells, no shouts or traffic.
When I speak
my own voice shocks me.
no smells, no shouts or traffic.
When I speak
my own voice shocks me.
There is no word for time.
Today we will
not think to number another summer
or watch its white bird into the ground.
Today we will
not think to number another summer
or watch its white bird into the ground.
It's all a matter of history.
Brandy is no solace.
Librium only lies me down
like a dead snow queen.
Yes! I am still the criminal.
Brandy is no solace.
Librium only lies me down
like a dead snow queen.
Yes! I am still the criminal.
I leave you, home,
when I'm ripped from the doorstep
by commerce or fate. Then I submit
to the awful subway of the world ...
when I'm ripped from the doorstep
by commerce or fate. Then I submit
to the awful subway of the world ...
For God was as large as a sunlamp and laughed his heat at us and therefore we did not cringe at the death hole.
I'm lost. And it's my own fault. It's about time I figured out that I can't ask people to keep me found.
Hesitate in August.
Be shy.
Let your toes tremble in their sandals.
However, pick the grape
and eat with confidence.
Be shy.
Let your toes tremble in their sandals.
However, pick the grape
and eat with confidence.
It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious
Someone is dead.
Even the trees know it,
those poor old dancers who come on lewdly,
all pea-green scarfs and spine pole.
Even the trees know it,
those poor old dancers who come on lewdly,
all pea-green scarfs and spine pole.
Think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well:
larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast
of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!
larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast
of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!
Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.
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.
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
Counting this row and that row of moccasins
Waiting on the silent shelf.
Counting this row and that row of moccasins
Waiting on the silent shelf.
My objects dream and wear new costumes,
compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands
and the sea that bangs in my throat.
compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands
and the sea that bangs in my throat.
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
With this pen I take in hand my selves
and with these dead disciples I will grapple.
Though rain curses the window
let the poem be made.
and with these dead disciples I will grapple.
Though rain curses the window
let the poem be made.
Now I am going back
And I have ripped my hand
From your hand as I said I would
And I have made it this far ...
And I have ripped my hand
From your hand as I said I would
And I have made it this far ...
I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!
Rocks crumble, make new forms,
oceans move the continents,
mountains rise up and down like ghosts
yet all is natural, all is change.
oceans move the continents,
mountains rise up and down like ghosts
yet all is natural, all is change.
I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.
Suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
And then I knew that the voice
of the spirits had been let in
as intense as an epileptic aura
and that no longer would I sing
alone.
of the spirits had been let in
as intense as an epileptic aura
and that no longer would I sing
alone.