This is how I want to die: into that rushing beast of the night, sucked up by that great dragon, to split from my life with no flag, no belly, no cry. — Anne Sexton, from “The Starry Night,” The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton. (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1981)
…madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet… – Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters. (Mariner Books, October 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 1977.
Death’s a sad bone; bruised, you’d say, / and yet she waits for me, year after year, / to empty my breath from its bad prison. — Anne Sexton, from “Wanting to Die,” The Complete Poems: Anne Sexton. (Mariner Books; First Mariner Books Edition edition, April 28, 1999) Originally published September 30th 1981.
All day I’ve built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. — Anne Sexton, from “The Fury of Sunsets,” The Complete Poems: Anne Sexton (Houghton Mifflin, 1981)
You can’t know how strong my feelings are. All things of myself I want to share with you. Sometimes it is hard to get through, but I always want to. Despite all my sickness, I have grown. In my growth I learned some important things. One of them is that I pick you. Not just… Continue reading Anne Sexton
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard. — Anne Sexton, from “Letter Written on a Ferry,” The Complete Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1981)
What can I do with this memory? Shake the bones out of it? — Anne Sexton, from “Waking Alone,” The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton (Houghton Mifflin, 1981)