Anne Sexton Poems

Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.
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Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room,
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Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
I am tired of all your pious talk.
Also, I am tired of all the dead.
They refuse to listen,
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Loving me with my shoes off
means loving my long brown legs,
sweet dears, as good as spoons;
and my feet, those two children
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You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
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Who is he?
A railroad track toward hell?
Breaking like a stick of furniture?
The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?
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In the thin classroom, where your face
was noble and your words were all things,
I find this boily creature in your place;
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You are the roast beef I have purchased
and I stuff you with my very own onion.

You are a boat I have rented by the hour
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She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
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Father, this year's jinx rides us apart
where you followed our mother to her cold slumber;
a second shock boiling its stone to your heart,
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