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Anne Sexton

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 somethinglike prayer and can’t be planned, you just fallinto its arms because your belief undoes… Continue reading Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton

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 somethinglike prayer and can’t be planned, you just fallinto its arms because your belief undoes… Continue reading Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton

What can I do with this memory?Shake the bones out of it?Defoliate the smile?Stub out the chin with cigarettes?Take the face of the man I loveand squeeze my foot into it,when all the while my heart is making a museum?I love you the way the oboe plays.I love you the way skinny dipping makes my… Continue reading Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton

Rapunzel A womanwho loves a womanis forever young.The mentorand the studentfeed off each other.Many a girlhad an old auntwho locked her in the studyto keep the boys away.They would play rummyor lie on the couchand touch and touch.Old breast against young breast…Let your dress fall down your shoulder,come touch a copy of youfor I am… Continue reading Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel – drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. —  Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters. (Mariner Books October 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 1977.

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Anne Sexton

Come, my beloved,consider the lilies.We are of little faith.We talk too much.Put your mouthful of words awayand come with me to watchthe lilies open in such a field,growing there like yachts,slowly steering their petalswithout nurses or clocks.Let us consider the view:a house where white cloudsdecorate the muddy halls.Oh, put away your good wordsand your bad… Continue reading Anne Sexton

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