Poems by Anne Sexton
Elizabeth Gone
... And I waited you in the country of the living, ...
The Black Art
... There is too much food and no one left over ...
For John, Who Begs Me Not To Enquire Further
... like an invisible veil between us all ...
The Civil War
... soft as an avocado when you peel it ...
The Poet Of Ignorance
... I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups ...
The Break Away
... called belief, as in the child's belief in the tooth fairy, ...
Rowing
... and God was there like an island I had not rowed to, ...
The Big Boots Of Pain
... As for the pain and its multiplying teaspoon, ...
The Angel Food Dogs
... let me whisper it from the podium--Mother, may I use your pseudonym ...
The Moss Of His Skin
... "--Harold Feldman, "Children of the Desert" Psychoanalysis ...
In Excelsis
... lapping in. I have seen her rolling her hoops of blue ...
The Fury Of Beautiful Bones
... you like an odor because you had not quite forgotten, ...
You, Doctor Martin
... Your third eye moves among us and lights the separate boxes ...
Noon Walk On The Asylum Lawn
... though I walk through the valley of the shadow ...
The Fury Of Rainstorms
... And oh they bring to mind the grave, ...
