Anne Sexton

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

Anne Sexton Poems

81. Old Dwarf Heart 3/29/2010
82. Portrait Of An Old Woman On The College Tavern Wall 3/29/2010
83. Raccoon 3/29/2010
84. Rapunzel 3/29/2010
85. Red Riding Hood 3/29/2010
86. Red Roses 3/29/2010
87. Ringing The Bells 3/29/2010
88. Rowing 3/29/2010
89. Rumpelstiltskin 3/29/2010
90. Said The Poet To The Analyst 3/29/2010
91. Small Wire 3/29/2010
92. Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs 6/27/2006
93. Some Foreign Letters 3/29/2010
94. Star-Nosed Mole 3/29/2010
95. Suicide Note 3/29/2010
96. Sylvia's Death 3/29/2010
97. That Day 3/29/2010
98. The Abortion 3/29/2010
99. The Addict 3/29/2010
100. The Ambition Bird 3/29/2010
101. The Angel Food Dogs 3/29/2010
102. The Assassin 3/29/2010
103. The Author Of The Jesus Papers Speaks 3/29/2010
104. The Balance Wheel 3/29/2010
105. The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator 3/29/2010
106. The Bells 3/29/2010
107. The Big Boots Of Pain 3/29/2010
108. The Big Heart 3/29/2010
109. The Black Art 6/27/2006
110. The Break 3/29/2010
111. The Break Away 3/29/2010
112. The Breast 3/29/2010
113. The Child Bearers 3/29/2010
114. The Children 3/29/2010
115. The Civil War 3/29/2010
116. The Consecrating Mother 3/29/2010
117. The Dead Heart 3/29/2010
118. The Death Baby 3/29/2010
119. The Death King 3/29/2010
120. 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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