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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

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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

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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.

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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

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)

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