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My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretendthat all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end. — Anne Sexton
Anne Sexton knows the mind, Walt Whitman knows grass, but Emily Dickinson knows everything.
— Matt Haig
It would be pleasant to be drunk.
— Anne Sexton
In a dream you are never eighty.
— Anne Sexton
Daylight is nobody's friend. God comes in like a landlord and flashes on his brassy lamp.
— Anne Sexton
Today life opened inside me like an egg ...
— Anne Sexton
The joy that isn't shared dies young.
— Anne Sexton
The body is a damn hard thing to kill.
— Anne Sexton
Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
— Anne Sexton
We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
— Anne Sexton
And the aura of you remains, remains, remains ...
— Anne Sexton
Just once I knew what life was for.
— Anne Sexton
There is no word for time.Today we will
not think to number another summer
or watch its white bird into the ground. — Anne Sexton
My sleeping pill is white.It is a splendid pearl;
it floats me out of myself,
my stung skin as alien
as a loose bolt of cloth. — Anne Sexton
Poor thing.To die and never see Brooklyn. — Anne Sexton
Man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.
— Anne Sexton
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[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.
— Anne Sexton
There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
— Anne Sexton
Jewels! Today each twig is important,each ring, each infection, each form
is all that the gods must have meant. — Anne Sexton
All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.
— Anne Sexton
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. — Anne Sexton
I imitatea memory of beliefthat I do not own.
— Anne Sexton
Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.
— Anne Sexton
Life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
— Anne Sexton
Poets are sitting in my kitchen.Why do these poets lie?
Why do children get children and
Did you hear what it said? — Anne Sexton
My heart is on a budget.It keeps me on the brink. — Anne Sexton
My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.
— Anne Sexton
I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.
— Anne Sexton
Psychiatry is a dirty mirror ...
— Anne Sexton
Now I am going backAnd I have ripped my hand
From your hand as I said I would
And I have made it this far ... — Anne Sexton
This November there seems to be nothing to say.
— Anne Sexton
Being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions
— Anne Sexton
I raise my pelvis to Godso that it may know the truth of how
flowers smash through the long winter. — Anne Sexton
I didn't feel at home in life.
— Anne Sexton
My safe, safe psychosis is broken.It was hard.
It was made of stone.
It covered my face like a mask.
But it has cracked. — Anne Sexton
My eyes, those sluts, those whores, would play no more.
— Anne Sexton
Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.
— Anne Sexton
Fee-fi-fo-fum -Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb. — Anne Sexton
Only in this hoarded span will love persevere.
— Anne Sexton
I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house. — Anne Sexton
I tell it stories now and thenand feed it images like honey.
I will not speculate today
with poems that think they're money. — Anne Sexton
How you choose to lose yourself matters. Trust me, it's all in the 'how'. It matters a lot.
— Anne Sexton
I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.
— Anne Sexton
Love your self's self where it lives.
— Anne Sexton
And there you are. And I liked you a lot today. A lot. And I want to talk to you. Selfishly.
— Anne Sexton
A starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.
— Anne Sexton
I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?
— Anne Sexton
Everyone in me is a birdI am beating all my wings — Anne Sexton
Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.
— Anne Sexton
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
— Anne Sexton
Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.
— Anne Sexton
We are all writing God's poem.
— Anne Sexton
Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.
— Anne Sexton
Sorrow is easier than guilt.
— Anne Sexton
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
— Anne Sexton
Suddenly I'm not half the girlI used to be.
There's a shadow hanging over me ...
From me to you out of my electric devil ... — Anne Sexton
Somebody sees me, and I see myself through them. Then it's all gone, the whole world falls apart.
— Anne Sexton
I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!
— Anne Sexton
Pain engraves a deeper memory.
— Anne Sexton
My mouth blooms like a cut.
— Anne Sexton
I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
— Anne Sexton
At night the bats will beat on the trees, knowing it all, seeing what they sensed all day....
— Anne Sexton
Augustine, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are confessional writers and all three make me sick. I have nothing in common with them.
— Joni Mitchell
The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet
of dresses that did not fit. — Anne Sexton
Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.
— Anne Sexton
The town does not existexcept where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. — Anne Sexton
I said, the poets are thereI hear them singing and lying
around their round table
and around me still. — Anne Sexton
I have been cut in two.
— Anne Sexton