Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos

Anna Who Was Mad

 Anna who was mad,
I have a knife in my armpit.
When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.
Am I some sort of infection? Did I make you go insane? Did I make the sounds go sour? Did I tell you to climb out the window? Forgive.
Say not I did.
Say not.
Speak Mary-words into our pillow.
Take me the gangling twelve-year-old into your sunken lap.
Whisper like a buttercup.
Eat me.
Eat me up like cream pudding.
Take me in.
Take me.
Give me a report on the condition of my soul.
Give me a complete statement of my actions.
Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in.
Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through.
Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy.
Did I make you go insane? Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through? Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist who dragged you out like a gold cart? Did I make you go insane? From the grave write me, Anna! You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless pick up the Parker Pen I gave you.
Write me.

by Anne Sexton
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Anna Who Was MadEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top Anne Sexton Poems

Analysis and Comments on Anna Who Was Mad

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Anna Who Was Mad here.