Anne Sexton (9 November, 1928 – 4 October, 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)
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Her Kind
have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,

Anne Sexton is my absolute favorite poet. She wasn't ever afraid to tackle a subject and I admire that; it's a mystery what might have come from her had she not committed suicide. We lost some great work most likely due to that.
Excellent poet. One of my All-Time favorites.
I love her style. I recently made her one of my three favorite poets :)
She gets on my nerves too but I can't think of title 'The Awful Rowing Towards God' without smiling.
Sexton gets on my nerves. A lot. Some of her witticisms are hilarious, though.