Anne Sexton Poems

Big heart,
wide as a watermelon,
but wise as birth,
there is so much abundance
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They sit in a row
outside the kindergarten,
black, red, brown, all
with those brass buckles.
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1. Old Man

Old man, it's four flights up and for what?
Your room is hardly bigger than your bed.
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Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods.
She began looking in the sky
—expecting a large white angel with a blue crotch.
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If you danced from midnight
to six A.M. who would understand?
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Linda, you are leaving
your old body now,
It lies flat, an old butterfly,
all arm, all leg, all wing,
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It comes oozing
out of flowers at night,
it comes out of the rain
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Notice how he has numbered the blue veins
in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles.
Now he goes left. Now he goes right.
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For months my hand was sealed off
in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings.
Perhaps it is bruised, I thought,
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Mother,
strange goddess face
above my milk home,
that delicate asylum,
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