Anne Sexton

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

Anne Sexton Poems

1. The House 3/29/2010
2. Some Foreign Letters 3/29/2010
3. The Child Bearers 3/29/2010
4. The Fury Of Cooks 3/29/2010
5. Where I Live In This Honorable House Of The Laurel Tree 3/29/2010
6. The Legend Of The One-Eyed Man 3/29/2010
7. The Fury Of Jewels And Coal 3/29/2010
8. The Stand-Ins 3/29/2010
9. The Road Back 3/29/2010
10. With Mercy For The Greedy 3/29/2010
11. Portrait Of An Old Woman On The College Tavern Wall 3/29/2010
12. The Firebombers 3/29/2010
13. The Expatriates 3/29/2010
14. To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph 3/29/2010
15. The Fury Of Earth 3/29/2010
16. The Fury Of Overshoes 3/29/2010
17. Torn Down From Glory Daily 3/29/2010
18. The Waiting Head 3/29/2010
19. The Lost Ingredient 3/29/2010
20. The Errand 3/29/2010
21. Letter Written On A Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound 3/29/2010
22. The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts 3/29/2010
23. Raccoon 3/29/2010
24. The Fury Of Sunrises 3/29/2010
25. The Fury Of Hating Eyes 3/29/2010
26. Hutch 3/29/2010
27. The Kite 3/29/2010
28. The Fury Of Rain Storms 3/29/2010
29. The Gold Key 3/29/2010
30. The Bells 3/29/2010
31. The Children 3/29/2010
32. The Fury Of Abandonment 3/29/2010
33. The Balance Wheel 3/29/2010
34. The Evil Seekers 3/29/2010
35. For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach 3/29/2010
36. The Break 3/29/2010
37. The Consecrating Mother 3/29/2010
38. Small Wire 3/29/2010
39. The Big Boots Of Pain 3/29/2010
40. The Wedding Ring Dance 3/29/2010
Best Poem of Anne Sexton

45 Mercy Street

In my dream,
drilling into the marrow
of my entire bone,
my real dream,
I'm walking up and down Beacon Hill
searching for a street sign -
namely MERCY STREET.
Not there.

I try the Back Bay.
Not there.
Not there.
And yet I know the number.
45 Mercy Street.
I know the stained-glass window
of the foyer,
the three flights of the house
with its parquet floors.
I know the furniture and
mother, grandmother, great-grandmother,
the servants.
I know the cupboard of Spode
the boat of ice, solid silver,
where the ...

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Music Swims Back To Me

Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room,
four ladies, over eighty,
in diapers every one of them.
La la la, Oh music swims back to me
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me

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