Thinking Of Anne Sexton Poem by Tom Billsborough
Thinking Of Anne Sexton
You tear at every fibre of my being,
Every hurt exposed to public view
The depth of suffering
Almost past our bearing
But lovers of true verse, love you.
I often read your poem, Doctor Martin,
And wish I had the courage that you own,
How much your tortured introspection
Moves me to many tears once again.
Friday, September 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: tribute
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Just a few words for a very great American poet
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12/5/2025 9:15:53 AM # 1.0.0
What alovely tribute one I'm sure she would be proud off. Annette
A tortured soul which sometimes strangled her work but when she broke through she exposed the depths of her being. and produced genuine poetry. You Doctor Martin is one of my favourite poems ever.