Anne Sexton

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

Anne Sexton Quotes

  • ''“Everyone in me is a bird
    I am beating all my wings”''
    Anne Sexton, Love Poems
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  • ''“I am a collection of dismantled almosts.” ''
    Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
  • ''“Only my books anoint me,
    and a few friends,
    those who reach into my veins.” ''
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
  • ''“Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
    It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
    give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
    give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
    your tears to the land. To love another is something
    like prayer and cant be planned, you just fall
    into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.” ''
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
  • ''“All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one cant build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.” ''
    Anne Sexton
  • ''“Do you like me?”
    No answer.
    Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
    and sat between us
    and clogged my throat.
    It slaughtered my trust.
    It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
    We exchanged blind words,
    and I did not cry,
    I did not beg,
    but blackness filled my ears,
    blackness lunged in my heart,
    and something that had been good,
    a sort of kindly oxygen,
    turned into a gas oven.” ''
    Anne Sexton
  • ''“Perhaps I am no one.
    True, I have a body
    and I cannot escape from it.
    I would like to fly out of my head,
    but that is out of the question.” ''
    Anne Sexton
  • ''“The joy that isnt shared dies young.” ''
    Anne Sexton
  • ''“All day Ive built
    a lifetime and now
    the sun sinks to
    undo it. ”''
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

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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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Music Swims Back To Me

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,
four ladies, over eighty,
in diapers every one of them.
La la la, Oh music swims back to me
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me

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