Anne Sexton
I feel lonely for the sound of your voice.[…]I seem to be a ship that is sailing out of my own life. — Anne Sexton – From a letter to Anne Clarke, Published in A Self-Portrait In Letters ( Houghton Mifflin: Boston, January 1, 1977)
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Anne Sexton
Give me your skinas sheer as a cobweb,let me open it upand listen in and scoop out the dark. —Anne Sexton, from “Rapunzel,” Transformations. (Mariner Books February 15, 2001) Originally published 1971.
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
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
Anne Sexton
Our hands are light blue and gentle.Our eyes are full of terrible confessions. — Anne Sexton, from “The Black Art,” The Complete Poems. (Mariner Books; First Edition edition April 28, 1999) Originally published September 30th 1981.
Anne Sexton
Give me your skinas sheer as a cobweb,let me open it upand listen in and scoop out the dark. ― Anne Sexton, from “Rapunzel,” Transformations. (Mariner Books February 15, 2001)
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
Anne Sexton
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)
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
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.
The Vale of Soul-Making 