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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“It is snowing and death bugs me
as stubborn as insomnia.
The fierce bubbles of chalk,
the little white lesions
settle on the street outside.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“For America is a lady rocking on a porch in an unpainted house on an unused road but Anne does not see it.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“Child, the current of your breath is six days long.
You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed;
lie, fisted like a snail, so small and strong
at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed
with love.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“When he was a little boy
Jesus was good all the time.
No wonder that he grew up to be such a big shot
who could forgive people so much.
When he died everyone was mean.
Later on he rose when no one else was looking.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“She of the origin,
she of the primal crack, she of the boiling
beginning, she of the riddle, she keeps me here,
toiling and toiling.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)