Anne Sexton

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

Anne Sexton Poems

161. Cripples And Other Stories 7/11/2006
162. Courage 7/11/2006
163. Consorting With Angels 7/11/2006
164. Cockroach 7/11/2006
165. Clothes 7/11/2006
166. Cinderella 7/11/2006
167. Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women 7/11/2006
168. Christmas Eve 6/27/2006
169. Buying The Whore 6/27/2006
170. Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) 6/27/2006
171. Bat 6/27/2006
172. Barefoot 6/27/2006
173. Baby Picture 6/27/2006
174. August 8th 6/27/2006
175. August 17th 6/27/2006
176. As It Was Written 6/27/2006
177. Anna Who Was Mad 6/27/2006
178. Angels Of The Love Affair 6/27/2006
179. And One For My Dame 6/27/2006
180. An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love 6/27/2006
181. All My Pretty Ones 3/29/2010
182. Again And Again And Again 6/27/2006
183. After Auschwitz 6/27/2006
184. Admonitions To A Special Person 6/27/2006
185. A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston 6/27/2006
186. A Curse Against Elegies 6/27/2006
187. 45 Mercy Street 6/27/2006
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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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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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