Poems by Anne Sexton
The Stand-Ins
... and then then when it is ready for serving— ...
The Fury Of Earth
... of fire be a becoming and an ending, a red fan ...
The Expatriates
... it was here in the woods where the woods were caught ...
The Errand
... to waggle out of the words, mistletoe and holly,tables to place our stones on, decades of disguises, ...
An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love
... down tiers of tries until its secret rites ...
The Kite
... I remember how Ezio Pinza was flying a kite ...
The Road Back
... or watch its white bird into the ground ...
Woman with Girdle
... down, over the surgeon's careful mark, ...
Menstruation at Forty
... to bloom one on the left and one on the right&mdash ...
Ringing the Bells
... who picks at the hairs over her lip all day, ...
Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward
... Should I learn to speak again, or hopeless in ...
Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound
... Dearest, see how my dark girls sally forth, ...
Venus and the Ark
... they opened the pouch of dirt, undid each locked bin ...
Where I Live in This Honorable House of the Laurel Tree
... Too late to wish I had not run from you, Apollo, ...
Hutch
... calling and did not wait nor care ...
