Anne Sexton's Poetry, by title

• "Daddy" Warbucks

  In Memoriam
  What's missing is the eyeballs

  55 lines, 5 comments
• 45 Mercy Street

  In my dream,
  drilling into the marrow

  95 lines, 5 comments
• A Curse Against Elegies

  Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
  I am tired of all your pious talk.

  25 lines, 2 comments
• A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston

  Until tonight they were separate specialties,
  different stories, the best of their own worst.

  33 lines
• Admonitions To A Special Person

  Watch out for power,
  for its avalanche can bury you,

  55 lines, 4 comments
• After Auschwitz

  Anger,
  as black as a hook,

  32 lines, 8 comments
• Again And Again And Again

  You said the anger would come back
  just as the love did.

  31 lines, 1 comment
• All My Pretty Ones

  Father, this year's jinx rides us apart
  where you followed our mother to her cold slumber;

  50 lines
• An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love

  Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
  signals hurrying from left to right,

  13 lines, 2 comments
• And One For My Dame

  A born salesman,
  my father made all his dough

  48 lines
• Angels Of The Love Affair

  "Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,
  the dark one, that other me?"

  92 lines
• Anna Who Was Mad

  Anna who was mad,
  I have a knife in my armpit.

  34 lines
• As It Was Written

  Earth, earth,
  riding your merry-go-round

  27 lines, 4 comments
• August 17th

  Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health.
  Surely I will be disquieted

  39 lines, 1 comment
• August 8th

  And do not be indiscreet or unconventional. Play it safe.
  Listen here. I've never played it safe

  13 lines
• Baby Picture

  It's in the heart of the grape
  where that smile lies.

  37 lines
• Barefoot

  Loving me with my shoes off
  means loving my long brown legs,

  32 lines
• Bat

  His awful skin
  stretched out by some tradesman

  20 lines
• Bayonet

  What can I do with this bayonet?
  Make a rose bush of it?

  26 lines
• Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)

  Consider
  a girl who keeps slipping off,

  162 lines, 1 comment
• Buying The Whore

  You are the roast beef I have purchased
  and I stuff you with my very own onion.

  11 lines
• Christmas Eve

  Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
  I could not count the cost

  53 lines
• Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women

  (from a song)
  Perhaps I was born kneeling,

  26 lines, 5 comments
• Cinderella

  You always read about it:
  the plumber with the twelve children

  109 lines, 17 comments
• Clothes

  Put on a clean shirt
  before you die, some Russian said.

  41 lines
• Cockroach

  Roach, foulest of creatures,
  who attacks with yellow teeth

  25 lines
• Consorting With Angels

  I was tired of being a woman,
  tired of the spoons and the post,

  43 lines, 1 comment
• Courage

  It is in the small things we see it.
  The child's first step,

  47 lines, 5 comments
• Cripples And Other Stories

  My doctor, the comedian
  I called you every time

  80 lines
• Crossing The Atlantic

  We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind,
  over a terrible hardness.

  54 lines, 1 comment

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