Anne Sexton

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

Anne Sexton Poems

1. Song For A Lady 8/7/2015
2. The Child Bearers 3/29/2010
3. The Legend Of The One-Eyed Man 3/29/2010
4. Some Foreign Letters 3/29/2010
5. The House 3/29/2010
6. The Waiting Head 3/29/2010
7. The Fury Of Overshoes 3/29/2010
8. Old 3/29/2010
9. Hutch 3/29/2010
10. The Expatriates 3/29/2010
11. The Wedding Ring Dance 3/29/2010
12. Portrait Of An Old Woman On The College Tavern Wall 3/29/2010
13. Where I Live In This Honorable House Of The Laurel Tree 3/29/2010
14. The Firebombers 3/29/2010
15. The Lost Ingredient 3/29/2010
16. The Errand 3/29/2010
17. The Touch 3/29/2010
18. The Fury Of Jewels And Coal 3/29/2010
19. The Fury Of God's Good-Bye 3/29/2010
20. Raccoon 3/29/2010
21. The Stand-Ins 3/29/2010
22. The Fury Of Cooks 3/29/2010
23. What's That 3/29/2010
24. The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts 3/29/2010
25. Ringing The Bells 3/29/2010
26. The Death Baby 3/29/2010
27. The Doctor Of The Heart 3/29/2010
28. The Fury Of Earth 3/29/2010
29. The Kite 3/29/2010
30. The Fury Of Rain Storms 3/29/2010
31. The Gold Key 3/29/2010
32. Knee Song 3/29/2010
33. The Bells 3/29/2010
34. The Children 3/29/2010
35. The Balance Wheel 3/29/2010
36. The Evil Seekers 3/29/2010
37. For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach 3/29/2010
38. The Angel Food Dogs 3/29/2010
39. The Author Of The Jesus Papers Speaks 3/29/2010
40. The Division Of Parts 3/29/2010
Best Poem of Anne Sexton

45 Mercy Street

In my dream,
drilling into the marrow
of my entire bone,
my real dream,
I'm walking up and down Beacon Hill
searching for a street sign -
namely MERCY STREET.
Not there.

I try the Back Bay.
Not there.
Not there.
And yet I know the number.
45 Mercy Street.
I know the stained-glass window
of the foyer,
the three flights of the house
with its parquet floors.
I know the furniture and
mother, grandmother, great-grandmother,
the servants.
I know the cupboard of Spode
the boat of ice, solid silver,
where the ...

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After Auschwitz

Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each Nazi
took, at 8: 00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.

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