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
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.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. — Anne Sexton, from “Small Wire,” The Complete Poems. (Mariner Books; First Edition edition April 28, 1999) Originally published September 30th 1981.
We moved like angels washing themselves. We moved like two birds on fire. — Anne Sexton, from “How We Danced” in “The Death of the Fathers,” The Norton Anthology of American Literature, ed. Baym et al, 5th edition, Volume 2, (New York and London: W. W. Norton & Co., 1998)
But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. — Anne Sexton, from “Wanting to Die,” The Complete Poems. (Houghton Mifflin 1981)
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark. ― Anne Sexton, from “Rapunzel,” Transformations. (Mariner Books February 15, 2001)