Anne Sexton (9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)
Poems of Anne Sexton
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| 41. | For John, Who Begs Me Not To Enquire Further | 3/29/2010 |
| 42. | For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach | 3/29/2010 |
| 43. | For My Lover, Returning To His Wife | 3/29/2010 |
| 44. | For the Year of the Insane | 3/29/2010 |
| 45. | Funnel | 3/29/2010 |
| 46. | Ghosts | 3/29/2010 |
| 47. | Gods | 3/29/2010 |
| 48. | Going Gone | 3/29/2010 |
| 49. | Her Kind | 6/27/2006 |
| 50. | Hornet | 3/29/2010 |
| 51. | Housewife | 3/29/2010 |
| 52. | Hurry Up Please It's Time | 3/29/2010 |
| 53. | Hutch | 3/29/2010 |
| 54. | I Remember | 3/29/2010 |
| 55. | In Celebration Of My Uterus | 3/29/2010 |
| 56. | In Excelsis | 3/29/2010 |
| 57. | In Memoriam | 3/29/2010 |
| 58. | In The Deep Museum | 3/29/2010 |
| 59. | It Is A Spring Afternoon | 3/29/2010 |
| 60. | Just Once | 3/29/2010 |
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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,
