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Anne Sexton, Why I took My Own Life

I wore my mind like a corset—tight, laced, unseen—
while the world asked me to smile with lipstick teeth
and stir the soup without stirring the storm inside.

There were mornings I woke as if embalmed,
already dressed in the hush of death's silk slip,
no reason, no riot—just a fog that would not lift.

The walls of my room pulsed

Categories: sexton, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse

Emagi Sexton the Kiss

anne sexton the kiss


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Categories: sexton, poems, poetess,
Form: Shape

Clerihew Sexton

Anne Sexton nee Harvey
like Plath grew upin Wellsley
A student of Robert Lowell
known for his 'verse confessionel'

Categories: sexton, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin

"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"



Guns ...

are for p*ssies
you know, short for 
pussilanimous plural

Words …

are sharper 
more cutting
more lethal 

clean 
concise 
quill slicing the lucid flow

you can taste the blood
as you turn them 
twist them further in 

with valour 
war cry bitten 
you drive them deeper in

you unsheathe love
as a hard win,
victorious, won

ink blooms

Categories: sexton, courage, muse, strength,
Form: Free verse

Ann Sexton Transformations

a circle of talk
awaiting
      remembered
         secrets
of yesteryear
alive
with surprise
          perfected
in
instinctive
formal pictures

windows of blame
flood
with trouble
&
   mirror
        disgust
in pitfalls
     to

Categories: sexton, people, poetry,
Form: Ekphrasis

Congratulation Consuela Contessa Sexton

CONGRATULATION! – CONSUELA CONTESSA SEXTON

Constant you endeavored for a greater way.
You have achieved the ultimate and you should celebrate.
However, if you are not in a partying mood,
Lay back and relaxed because it’s all good.
The status you have acquired well gleam through.
I am so proud that my niece has finished her university schooling.
A Bachelor of Arts

Categories: sexton, celebration, success,
Form: Verse

Anne Sexton

There is an old library
With thousands of  books
Big books, little books,
Happy books, sad books
Books with pictures,
Books with words,
On some nights
Tiny black words
Call their authors
They sing, they laugh,
They whisper or twitter
Anne's books cry
They call her and ask
Did we make you go insane
Did we make you be honest
Did we make you be brave
Number our sins. Number.
Did

Categories: sexton, sad, old, old,
Form: Narrative

Sculpting Anne Sexton

Your tongue forced like clothes pins
wetting cinnamon lips,
gnawing at the barrier of one another.

Sketching, Sketching,

Hands shaping you, catching you drawn paper
filed with the note no one left,
a skilled architect,
slowly tracing across your torso.

Dog- earring the pages of your book, inner knowledge;
pages written with pearl droplets of silk
incandescent from moon colored sweat.

Fusing pressed ribs together firm

Categories: sexton, lovetogether,
Form: Free verse

As the Sexton Fill the Grave

Flurries blowing from the east,fine and dry
Drift across the fields and in silence lie.

American doublet form

Categories: sexton, nature, seasons,
Form: Imagism

You, Anne Sexton

You, Anne Sexton-
Why are you here? Don't you know
that my passion's run dry?

I take in your craft
like another addiction;
I give you- poetess- a run
through my veins. Yet it's
all too often my image I see,
my thoughts by your hand, heart
nailed to your words.

Why, Anne Sexton-
on page 153- are you
wearing my mother's image and name?

You're astonishingly,
achingly all

Categories: sexton, imagination, mother, on writing
Form: Free verse