Anne Sexton

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

Anne Sexton Poems

81. Wallflower 3/29/2010
82. The Death Baby 3/29/2010
83. The Evil Eye 3/29/2010
84. The Exorcists 3/29/2010
85. Said The Poet To The Analyst 3/29/2010
86. The Children 3/29/2010
87. Red Roses 3/29/2010
88. The Fury Of Abandonment 3/29/2010
89. The Break 3/29/2010
90. The Fury Of Flowers And Worms 3/29/2010
91. Lullaby 3/29/2010
92. The Room Of My Life 3/29/2010
93. The Evil Seekers 3/29/2010
94. The Fury Of Beautiful Bones 3/29/2010
95. Locked Doors 3/29/2010
96. More Than Myself 3/29/2010
97. For God While Sleeping 3/29/2010
98. In Memoriam 3/29/2010
99. It Is A Spring Afternoon 3/29/2010
100. Oh 3/29/2010
101. Mr. Mine 3/29/2010
102. Mother And Daughter 3/29/2010
103. My Friend, My Friend 3/29/2010
104. Lobster 3/29/2010
105. Just Once 3/29/2010
106. To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph 3/29/2010
107. The Big Heart 3/29/2010
108. Earthworm 3/29/2010
109. In The Deep Museum 3/29/2010
110. Dreaming The Breasts 3/29/2010
111. Doors, Doors, Doors 3/29/2010
112. Menstruation At Forty 3/29/2010
113. Lessons In Hunger 3/29/2010
114. Gods 3/29/2010
115. The Fury Of Sunsets 3/29/2010
116. You, Doctor Martin 3/29/2010
117. Flee On Your Donkey 3/29/2010
118. Love Letter Written In A Burning Building 3/29/2010
119. Rumpelstiltskin 3/29/2010
120. The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator 3/29/2010

Comments about Anne Sexton

  • 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 :)

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  • fleur de lys (7/25/2009 10:39:00 PM)

    She gets on my nerves too but I can't think of title 'The Awful Rowing Towards God' without smiling.

  • Indigo Hawkins (2/15/2008 4:42:00 PM)

    Sexton gets on my nerves. A lot. Some of her witticisms are hilarious, though.

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

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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