# Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 - October 4, 1974), born Anne Gray Harvey, was an American poet and writer. She won the Pulitzer Prize in poetry in 1967 for Live or Die.

## Quotes

* We are all writing God's poem.
** As quoted by Erica Jong, in "Into the lion's den" in The Guardian (26 October 2000)

### To Bedlam and Part Way Back (1960)

* Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.
** "Elegy in the Classroom"
** Referring to Robert Lowell
* Love your self's self where it lives. There is no special God to refer to; or if there is, why did I let you grow in another place. You did not know my voice when I came back to call. All the superlatives of tomorrow's white tree and mistletoe will not help you know the holidays you had to miss.
** "The Double Image"
* I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.
** "The Double Image"
* I imitate a memory of belief that I do not own.
** "The Division of Parts"
* I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind.
** "Her Kind"

### All My Pretty Ones (1962)

* All who love have lied.
** "The Operation"
* Fact: death too is in the egg. Fact: the body is dumb, the body is meat. And tomorrow the O.R. Only the summer was sweet.
** "The Operation"
* Need is not quite belief.
** "With Mercy for the Greedy"
* Dearest, although everything has happened, nothing has happened.
** "Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound"
* A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warm the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl.
** "The Black Art"
* It would be pleasant to be drunk: faithless to my tongue and hands, giving up the boundaries for the heroic gin. Dead drunk is the term I think of, insensible, neither cool nor warm, without a head or foot. To be drunk is to be intimate with a fool. I will try it shortly.
** "Letter Written During a January Northeaster"
* And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in their stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.
** "The Truth the Dead Know"
* In a dream you are never eighty.
** "Old"

### Live or Die (1966)

* I was spread out daily and examined for flaws.
** "Those Times..."
* I grow old on my bitterness.
** "Two Sons"
* Love! That red disease —
** "Menstruation at Forty"
* Why have your eyes gone into their own room?
** "Your Face on the Dog's Neck"
* But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.
** "Wanting to Die"

### Love Poems (1969)

* My mouth blooms like a cut. I've been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby crybaby, you fool!
** "The Kiss"
* I am alive when your fingers are.
** "The Breast"
* As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
** "For My Lover, Returning to His Wife"
* You said the anger would come back just as the love did.
** Again and Again and Again"
* He puts his bones back on, Turning the clock back an hour. She knows flesh, that skin balloon, the unbound limbs, the boards, the roof, the removable roof. She is his selection, part time. You know the story too! Look, when it is over he places her, like a phone, back on the hook.
** "You All Know the Story of the Other Woman"
* Catch me. I'm your disease.
** "Eighteen Days Without You": December 18th

### Transformations (1971)

* Beauty is a simple passion, but, oh my friends, in the end you will dance the fire dance in iron shoes.
** "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs"

### The Book of Folly (1972)

* With a tongue like a razor he will kiss the mother, the child, and we three will color the stars black in memory of his mother who kept him chained to the food tree or turned him on and off like a water faucet and made women through all these hazy years the enemy with a heart of lies.
** "The Wifebeater"
* In my sights I carve him like a sculptor. I mold out his last look at everyone. I carry his eyes and his brain bone at every position. I know his male sex and I do march over him with my index finger. His mouth and his anus are one. I am at the center of feeling.
** "The Assassin"
* My eyes, those sluts, those whores, would play no more.
** "Killing the Spring"

### A Small Journal (1974)

ed. Howard Moss
* It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
** "The Poet's Story," January 1, 1972 entry

### The Awful Rowing Toward God (1975)

* The tongue, the Chinese say, is like a sharp knife: it kills without drawing blood.
** "The Dead Heart"
* I am, each day, typing out the God my typewriter believes in. Very quick. Very intense, like a wolf at a live heart.
** "Frenzy"

### 45 Mercy Street (1976)

* What can I do with this memory? Shake the bones out of it? Defoliate the smile? Stub out the chin with cigarettes? Take the face of the man I love and squeeze my foot into it, when all the while my heart is making a museum? I love you the way the oboe plays. I love you the way skinny dipping makes my body feel. I love you the way a ripe artichoke tastes. Yet I fear you, as one in the desert fears the sun.
** "Waking Alone" from The Divorce Papers
* I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss. I am pushing knives through the hands that created two into one. Our hands do not bleed at this, they lie still in their dishonor.
** "Killing the Love" from The Divorce Papers
* I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.
** "Killing the Love"
* There is rust in my mouth, the stain of an old kiss.
** "The Lost Lie" from The Divorce Papers

### Words for Dr. Y (1978)

* Death, I need my little addiction to you. need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.
** "Letters to Dr. Y."
* I begin again, Dr.Y, this neverland journal, full of my own sense of filth. Why else keep a journal, if not to examine your own filth?
** "Letters to Dr. Y."
* God is only mocked by believers.
** "Letters to Dr. Y."
* Blue eyes wash off sometimes.
** "Letters to Dr. Y."
* Here in the hospital, I say, that is not my body, not my body. I am not here for the doctors to read like a recipe.
** "August 17th" from Scorpio, Bad Spider, Die: The Horoscope Poems

### Poems 1971-1973 (1981)

* We all walk softly away. We would stay and be the nurse but there are too many of us and we are too worried to help. It is love that walks away and yet we have terrible mouths and soft milk hands. We worry with like. We walk away like love.
** "To Like, To Love"
* Earth, earth riding your merry-go-round toward extinction, right to the roots thickening the oceans like gravy, festering in your caves, you are becoming a latrine.
** "As It Was Written" from Last Poems
* To love another is something like prayer and it can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
** "Admonitions to a Special Person" (1974) from Last Poems QOTD 2007·11·09 Sound file

## Quotes about

* I am deeply grateful to the women who really blazed the way-poets like Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath and Maxine Kumin.
** 1992 interview included in Conversations with Rita Dove Edited by Earl G. Ingersoll (2003)

## External links

* Anne Sexton @ American Poems website
* Anne Sexton @ Modern American Poetry website
* Biography at FemBio – Notable Women International
* 1991 Don Swaim interview with Diane Wood Middlebrook, author of Anne Sexton (RealAudio)