Poems by Anne Sexton
All My Pretty Ones
... They must go. But the eyes, as thick as wood in this album, ...
My Friend, My Friend
... Unlike you, My Friend, I can not blame my origin ...
Ghosts
... showing their innocent bottoms, wailing ...
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
... The stepmother had a mirror to which she referred-- ...
When Man Enters Woman
... and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure ...
Music Swims Back To Me
... m. and there are no signs to tell the way, ...
I Remember
... we took our gin warm and neat ...
Consorting With Angels
... both thoroughly inconsistent with the world of reason ...
The Fallen Angels
... they want me, as Aubrey Beardsley once said, ...
Despair
... Are you a prayer that floats into a radio advertisement ...
Live
... they came, each one headfirst, blowing bubbles the color of cataract-blue ...
Hurry Up Please It's Time
... La de dah. You grow a beard but our drool is identical ...
As It Was Written
... and cry for a sun that doesn't wear a mask ...
Demon
... A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand ...
Christmas Eve
... Then I watched how the sun hit your red sweater, your withered neck, ...
