Anne Sexton

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

Poems of Anne Sexton

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

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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