Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928, Newton, Massachusetts – October 4, 1974, Weston, Massachusetts) was an American poet, known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967. Themes of her poetry include her suicidal tendencies, long battle against depression and various intimate details from her private life, including her relationships with her husband and children.
Read more about Anne Sexton: Early Life and Family, Poetry, Death, Content and Themes of Work, Subsequent Controversy
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“Snow,
blessed snow,
comes out of the sky
like bleached flies.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“The snail in his museum
wears his mother all day,
he hides his mysterious bottom
as if it were rotten fruit.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“We named you Joy.
I, who was never quite sure
about being a girl, needed another
life, another image to remind me.
And this was my worst guilt; you could not cure
nor soothe it. I made you to find me.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“My demon,
too often undressed,
too often a crucifix I bring forth,
too often a dead daisy I give water to
too often the child I give birth to
and then abort....”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“Now I have entered the year without words.
I note the queer entrance and the exact voltage.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)