It is June. I am tired of being brave. — Anne Sexton, from “The Truth The Dead Know,” The Complete Poems. (Mariner Books; 1st edition April 28, 1999) Originally published September 30th 1981.
Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks. Let us consider the view: a house where white… Continue reading Anne Sexton
Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well. — Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters. (Mariner Books, October 1, 2004) Originally published January… Continue reading Anne Sexton
I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything. ― Anne Sexton in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass (November 28, 1958), Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters. (Mariner… Continue reading Anne Sexton
And tonight our skins, our bones, … will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, ‘My need is more desperate!’ and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out. — Anne Sexton, from “Loving the Killer,” Selected… Continue reading Anne Sexton
One thing I know about death is that it touches my psyche and mumbles in her magnificently unknown words; it floats within me and wanders through my bones every day. — Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters. Edited by Lois Ames. (Mariner Books October 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 1977.
Rapunzel A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a girl had an old aunt who locked her in the study to keep the boys away. They would play rummy or lie on the couch and touch and touch. Old breast against young breast…… Continue reading Anne Sexton