Anne Sexton

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

Anne Sexton Poems

41. The Earth Falls Down 3/29/2010
42. The Firebombers 3/29/2010
43. The Death Baby 3/29/2010
44. The Death King 3/29/2010
45. The Earth 3/29/2010
46. Knee Song 3/29/2010
47. The Bells 3/29/2010
48. Said The Poet To The Analyst 3/29/2010
49. The Angel Food Dogs 3/29/2010
50. The Wifebeater 3/29/2010
51. The Balance Wheel 3/29/2010
52. The Evil Seekers 3/29/2010
53. When Man Enters Woman 3/29/2010
54. The Exorcists 3/29/2010
55. Lament 3/29/2010
56. Kind Sir: These Woods 3/29/2010
57. In Excelsis 3/29/2010
58. Small Wire 3/29/2010
59. The Children 3/29/2010
60. Star-Nosed Mole 3/29/2010
61. The Fury Of God's Good-Bye 3/29/2010
62. The Fury Of Rain Storms 3/29/2010
63. The Fury Of Flowers And Worms 3/29/2010
64. Lullaby 3/29/2010
65. The Ambition Bird 3/29/2010
66. Elizabeth Gone 3/29/2010
67. Hornet 3/29/2010
68. The Civil War 3/29/2010
69. The Breast 3/29/2010
70. Old 3/29/2010
71. For God While Sleeping 3/29/2010
72. The Twelve Dancing Princesses 3/29/2010
73. The Nude Swim 3/29/2010
74. The Moss Of His Skin 3/29/2010
75. The Assassin 3/29/2010
76. In The Deep Museum 3/29/2010
77. Wallflower 3/29/2010
78. The Break Away 3/29/2010
79. That Day 3/29/2010
80. The Double Image 3/29/2010

Comments about Anne Sexton

  • Lindsay Macdonald (2/7/2016 1:06:00 PM)

    Her words are simply breathtaking. It is confessionalism, said plainly in its truest form without ever being meaningless.

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  • Lydia Kim (11/29/2014 6:29:00 PM)

    She's so eloquent and her words have such a pure depth. They're so honest and neither said with good nor bad intentions. Anne Sexton will live on in me and I'm sure in many others.

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:48:00 PM)

    Has many beautiful poems written, pointing out one of my favorites, Red Roses

  • Franko Macan (3/4/2014 6:37:00 AM)

    Red Roses, was the first of Anne's poems I ever read. A powerful emoatinal peices comparable to Paula Meehan's poem about her dead Mother.
    It helped me embark on a story of my life, which Ihope to have publishes, which includes childhood psychological and emoational abuse leading to bouts of adult Schizophrenia, and many other issues. Thanks Anne where ever you are; hopefully with the other great pure of hearts too good for this world, like Elvis. To me you were the Elvis of poetry. Out there in a league of your own: the Queen of poets, giving many lesser mortals like me inspiration.

  • Thomas Revitt (8/31/2013 9:34:00 PM)

    45 Mercy Street is one of the great American poems. It reflects American every day life and individual loneliness and loss, and it captures them both almost in the same line.

  • Samanthia Moore Samanthia Moore (6/25/2013 3:19:00 PM)

    I really like anne saxton, she is a really good writter. besides what critics think of her i think shes amazing.

  • Kevin Patrick (11/28/2012 10:16:00 PM)

    A fabulous poet, her use of language is commanding, Anne was a modern poet who did not use any of the clichés of pretentious Victorianism, her subjects are tough and emotional, she talks about the dark side because she lived in the dark side and you will never get a better depiction of depression then from this woman.

  • Kaye Rose (5/7/2012 7:22:00 PM)

    Anne Sexton is my absolute favorite poet. She wasn't ever afraid to tackle a subject and I admire that; it's a mystery what might have come from her had she not committed suicide. We lost some great work most likely due to that.

  • Cherie Chetyrbok (2/21/2012 12:39:00 AM)

    Excellent poet. One of my All-Time favorites.

  • Amy Marie Amy Marie (12/19/2010 3:43:00 PM)

    I love her style. I recently made her one of my three favorite poets :)

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 -
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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Her Kind

have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,

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