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  • Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound
    I am surprised to see
    that the ocean is still going on.
    94 lines
  • Flee On Your Donkey
    Because there was no other place
    to flee to,
    261 lines
  • Gods
    Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods.
    She began looking in the sky
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • Lobster
    A shoe with legs,
    a stone dropped from heaven,
    16 lines
  • Hurry Up Please It's Time
    What is death, I ask.
    What is life, you ask.
    357 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
  • The Room of My Life
    Here,
    in the room of my life
    35 lines, 1 comment
  • The Starry Night
    That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then I go out at night to paint the
    21 lines, 4 comments
  • With Mercy for the Greedy
    for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson
    Concerning your letter in which you ask
    33 lines
  • I Remember
    By the first of August
    the invisible beetles began
    22 lines, 1 comment
  • The Touch
    For months my hand was sealed off
    in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings.
    49 lines, 1 comment
  • The Lost Ingredient
    Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole
    to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost
    24 lines
  • The Frog Prince
    Frau Doktor,
    Mama Brundig,
    158 lines
  • Christmas Eve
    Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
    I could not count the cost
    53 lines
  • Bat
    His awful skin
    stretched out by some tradesman
    20 lines
  • My Friend, My Friend
    Who will forgive me for the things I do?
    With no special legend of God to refer to,
    25 lines
  • Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
    No matter what life you lead
    the virgin is a lovely number:
    151 lines
  • Music Swims Back to Me
    Wait Mister. Which way is home?
    They turned the light out
    33 lines
  • The Kiss
    My mouth blooms like a cut.
    I've been wronged all year, tedious
    20 lines, 2 comments
  • Sylvia's Death
    for Sylvia Plath
    O Sylvia, Sylvia,
    67 lines, 9 comments
  • Cockroach
    Roach, foulest of creatures,
    who attacks with yellow teeth
    25 lines
  • For the Year of the Insane
    a prayer
    O Mary, fragile mother,
    80 lines
  • Lessons in Hunger
    "Do you like me?"
    I asked the blue blazer.
    22 lines
  • Live
    Live or die, but don't poison everything...
    Well, death's been here
    115 lines, 2 comments
  • Old
    I'm afraid of needles.
    I'm tired of rubber sheets and tubes.
    18 lines
  • Suicide Note
    "You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is
    a matter of my life" - Artaud
    98 lines
  • The Ambition Bird
    So it has come to this
    insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
    40 lines
  • The Big Boots of Pain
    There can be certain potions
    needled in the clock
    77 lines
  • The Big Heart
    "Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold." - From an essay by W. B. Yeats
    Big heart,
    43 lines
  • The Dead Heart
    After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, “Yes.”
    And I said, merely to myself, “I wish it could be for a
    35 lines
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