Anne Sexton

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

Anne Sexton Poems

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

Comments about Anne Sexton

  • 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.

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  • 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 :)

  • 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 ...

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The Black Art

A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.

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