Anne Sexton Poems

Over stone walls and barns,
miles from the black-eyed Susans,
over circus tents and moon rockets
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I am the love killer,
I am murdering the music we thought so special,
that blazed between us, over and over.
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for Sylvia Plath

O Sylvia, Sylvia,
with a dead box of stones and spoons,
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Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects
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A thousand doors ago
when I was a lonely kid
in a big house with four
garages and it was summer
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My doctor, the comedian
I called you every time
and made you laugh yourself
when I wrote this silly rhyme...
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Sleepmonger,
deathmonger,
with capsules in my palms each night,
eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles
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Live or die, but don't poison everything…

Well, death's been here
for a long time -
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Everyone in me is a bird.
I am beating all my wings.
They wanted to cut you out
but they will not.
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Better,
despite the worms talking to
the mare’s hoof in the field;
better,
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