Anne Sexton
@anne-sexton.bsky.social
I am in the domain of silence,
the kingdom of the crazy and the sleeper. #poet #poetry
the kingdom of the crazy and the sleeper. #poet #poetry
Pinned
Anne Sexton
@anne-sexton.bsky.social
· Dec 1
A woman who writes feels too much,
As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.
As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.
praying at last
for impossible loves, or new skin, or still
another child.
for impossible loves, or new skin, or still
another child.
March 12, 2025 at 7:42 PM
praying at last
for impossible loves, or new skin, or still
another child.
for impossible loves, or new skin, or still
another child.
I burn the way money burns.
March 6, 2025 at 11:30 PM
I burn the way money burns.
Father, I'm thirty-six,
yet I lie here in your crib.
I'm getting born again, Adam,
as you prod me with your rib.
yet I lie here in your crib.
I'm getting born again, Adam,
as you prod me with your rib.
March 6, 2025 at 11:26 PM
Father, I'm thirty-six,
yet I lie here in your crib.
I'm getting born again, Adam,
as you prod me with your rib.
yet I lie here in your crib.
I'm getting born again, Adam,
as you prod me with your rib.
So far the continents stay on the map
but there is always a new method.
but there is always a new method.
February 12, 2025 at 3:49 PM
So far the continents stay on the map
but there is always a new method.
but there is always a new method.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
February 11, 2025 at 4:01 PM
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
My business is words. Words are like labels,
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
January 31, 2025 at 3:20 PM
My business is words. Words are like labels,
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself
January 31, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself
"Do you know that you are the father that never loved me, the lover who made me a woman, the friend who taught me how to enjoy life, the brother to share laughter with, the son I'd like to have. Do you know?"
-From a letter to Alfred "Kayo" Sexton, Sept. 27th, 1963
-From a letter to Alfred "Kayo" Sexton, Sept. 27th, 1963
January 19, 2025 at 4:56 PM
"Do you know that you are the father that never loved me, the lover who made me a woman, the friend who taught me how to enjoy life, the brother to share laughter with, the son I'd like to have. Do you know?"
-From a letter to Alfred "Kayo" Sexton, Sept. 27th, 1963
-From a letter to Alfred "Kayo" Sexton, Sept. 27th, 1963
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.
January 18, 2025 at 7:16 PM
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.
Reposted by Anne Sexton
All night dark wings flopping in my heart. Each an ambition bird.
~Anne Sexton, The Ambition Bird
~Anne Sexton, The Ambition Bird
January 17, 2025 at 7:02 AM
All night dark wings flopping in my heart. Each an ambition bird.
~Anne Sexton, The Ambition Bird
~Anne Sexton, The Ambition Bird
Live or die, but don't poison everything . . .
January 15, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Live or die, but don't poison everything . . .
Having come this far
I will go farther.
I will go farther.
January 15, 2025 at 5:11 AM
Having come this far
I will go farther.
I will go farther.
Reposted by Anne Sexton
Turn, my hungers!
For once make a deliberate decision.
For once make a deliberate decision.
December 2, 2024 at 4:29 AM
Turn, my hungers!
For once make a deliberate decision.
For once make a deliberate decision.
"The vein I'm still tapping is so inward that I dare not bring forth poems . . . that my ambition to write good poems is going to stop me from daring to write bad ones."
-From a letter to Brother Dennis Farrell, Dec. 26th, 1962
-From a letter to Brother Dennis Farrell, Dec. 26th, 1962
January 12, 2025 at 4:00 PM
"The vein I'm still tapping is so inward that I dare not bring forth poems . . . that my ambition to write good poems is going to stop me from daring to write bad ones."
-From a letter to Brother Dennis Farrell, Dec. 26th, 1962
-From a letter to Brother Dennis Farrell, Dec. 26th, 1962
Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry
and He said, Oh Lord,
send down a short-order cook.
And the Lord said, Abracadabra.
and He said, Oh Lord,
send down a short-order cook.
And the Lord said, Abracadabra.
January 8, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry
and He said, Oh Lord,
send down a short-order cook.
And the Lord said, Abracadabra.
and He said, Oh Lord,
send down a short-order cook.
And the Lord said, Abracadabra.
Although there are chairs
I lie on the floor.
I lie on the floor.
January 7, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Although there are chairs
I lie on the floor.
I lie on the floor.
🎄 Christmas, 1952 🎄
"Am pregnant - a little - with Linda!"
"Am pregnant - a little - with Linda!"
December 25, 2024 at 12:42 AM
🎄 Christmas, 1952 🎄
"Am pregnant - a little - with Linda!"
"Am pregnant - a little - with Linda!"
La la la, Oh music swims back to me
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me
in this private institution on a hill.
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me
in this private institution on a hill.
December 24, 2024 at 2:54 AM
La la la, Oh music swims back to me
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me
in this private institution on a hill.
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me
in this private institution on a hill.
Live or die, but don't poison everything . . .
December 12, 2024 at 7:30 PM
Live or die, but don't poison everything . . .
Today an interne knocks my knees,
testing for reflexes.
Once I would have winked and begged for dope.
Today I am terribly patient.
Today crows play black-jack
on the stethoscope.
testing for reflexes.
Once I would have winked and begged for dope.
Today I am terribly patient.
Today crows play black-jack
on the stethoscope.
December 10, 2024 at 7:58 PM
Today an interne knocks my knees,
testing for reflexes.
Once I would have winked and begged for dope.
Today I am terribly patient.
Today crows play black-jack
on the stethoscope.
testing for reflexes.
Once I would have winked and begged for dope.
Today I am terribly patient.
Today crows play black-jack
on the stethoscope.
Closer and closer
comes the hour of my death
as I rearrange my face, grow back,
grow undeveloped and straight-haired.
All this is death.
comes the hour of my death
as I rearrange my face, grow back,
grow undeveloped and straight-haired.
All this is death.
December 9, 2024 at 10:29 PM
Closer and closer
comes the hour of my death
as I rearrange my face, grow back,
grow undeveloped and straight-haired.
All this is death.
comes the hour of my death
as I rearrange my face, grow back,
grow undeveloped and straight-haired.
All this is death.
She is so naked and singular.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am watercolor.
I wash off.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am watercolor.
I wash off.
December 7, 2024 at 6:57 PM
She is so naked and singular.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am watercolor.
I wash off.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am watercolor.
I wash off.
I am surprised to see that the ocean is still going on.
December 6, 2024 at 2:24 AM
I am surprised to see that the ocean is still going on.
"When I read your poem, that first time, leafing through the anthology, it walked out at me and grew like a bone inside of my heart."
-Anne Sexton in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass about his poem "Hearts Needle."
-Anne Sexton in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass about his poem "Hearts Needle."
December 4, 2024 at 8:59 PM
"When I read your poem, that first time, leafing through the anthology, it walked out at me and grew like a bone inside of my heart."
-Anne Sexton in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass about his poem "Hearts Needle."
-Anne Sexton in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass about his poem "Hearts Needle."