"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

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.

🎄 Christmas, 1952 🎄

"Am pregnant - a little - with Linda!"

c. 1946-1948

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 domesticates my terror, examines it and describes it, teaches it some tricks which will amuse me, then lets it gallop wild in my forest once more.

-Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.