The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found. - Anne Sexton
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
- Anne Sexton
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. - Anne Sexton
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. - Anne Sexton
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen. - Anne Sexton
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is. - Anne Sexton
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.
Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to f… - Anne Sexton
Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to f…
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises. - Anne Sexton
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up. - Anne Sexton
I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up.
Login to join the discussion
Login to join the discussion