Anne Sexton

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

Anne Sexton Poems

161. Demon 7/11/2006
162. All My Pretty Ones 3/29/2010
163. Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs 6/27/2006
164. August 8th 6/27/2006
165. Consorting With Angels 7/11/2006
166. An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love 6/27/2006
167. I Remember 3/29/2010
168. The Kiss 6/27/2006
169. And One For My Dame 6/27/2006
170. The Truth The Dead Know 6/27/2006
171. Angels Of The Love Affair 6/27/2006
172. Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women 7/11/2006
173. Her Kind 6/27/2006
174. Buying The Whore 6/27/2006
175. Again And Again And Again 6/27/2006
176. Courage 7/11/2006
177. Christmas Eve 6/27/2006
178. Cinderella 7/11/2006
179. Barefoot 6/27/2006
180. A Curse Against Elegies 6/27/2006
181. Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) 6/27/2006
182. Music Swims Back To Me 6/27/2006
183. Baby Picture 6/27/2006
184. Admonitions To A Special Person 6/27/2006
185. A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston 6/27/2006
186. Anna Who Was Mad 6/27/2006
187. After Auschwitz 6/27/2006
188. 45 Mercy Street 6/27/2006
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 ...

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After Auschwitz

Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each Nazi
took, at 8: 00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.

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