Anne Sexton

(9 November 1928 โ€“ 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

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  • sexton (1/18/2019 8:24:00 AM)

    before I looked at the draft 4 $9852, I did not believe that...my... brother really bringing in money part-time at there labtop.. there aunts neighbour has been doing this for less than seventeen months and recently took care of the mortgage on there cottage and bourt a gorgeous Land Rover Range Rover. this is where I went.....
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  • Charlie puth (10/9/2018 11:01:00 PM)

    Today on things that didnt happen. Marvin is gay

  • Ur mom gay (10/2/2018 8:55:00 AM)

    No u๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

  • Harlean (9/22/2018 3:32:00 PM)

    She wanted to be Sylvia Plath so bad that it hurt.

  • Cammy Michelson (5/27/2018 9:40:00 AM)

    A beautiful, unsettling work of art. A summary of a tortured and torturing life.

  • Ellie (5/11/2018 2:54:00 PM)

    I loved it โค๏ธโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’—โฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ÿ

  • Buttetflly (5/1/2018 11:37:00 AM)

    Great poems

  • Jon Holloway Jon Holloway (4/7/2018 4:25:00 PM)

    I had to read it several times but it sunk in nicely. I may have to read it again.

  • Gulzar Hussain ranjoor (3/29/2018 12:44:00 AM)

    Your poetry is heart touching

  • sexton (2/21/2018 9:10:00 AM)

    dude her poems are so deep and some are very relatable in a lot of situations in my life

Best Poem of Anne Sexton

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 ...

Read the full of 45 Mercy Street

The Kiss

My mouth blooms like a cut.
I've been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby, you fool!

Before today my body was useless.
Now it's tearing at its square corners.
It's tearing old Mary's garments off, knot by knot

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