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

Poems of Anne Sexton

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

The Black Art

A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.

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