Anne Sexton

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

Anne Sexton Poems

1. Song For A Lady 8/7/2015
2. The Stand-Ins 3/29/2010
3. The Road Back 3/29/2010
4. The Legend Of The One-Eyed Man 3/29/2010
5. The House 3/29/2010
6. Some Foreign Letters 3/29/2010
7. The Child Bearers 3/29/2010
8. The Fury Of Jewels And Coal 3/29/2010
9. With Mercy For The Greedy 3/29/2010
10. The Fury Of Overshoes 3/29/2010
11. Torn Down From Glory Daily 3/29/2010
12. The Balance Wheel 3/29/2010
13. The Break 3/29/2010
14. Where I Live In This Honorable House Of The Laurel Tree 3/29/2010
15. The Moss Of His Skin 3/29/2010
16. The Waiting Head 3/29/2010
17. The Errand 3/29/2010
18. What's That 3/29/2010
19. The Author Of The Jesus Papers Speaks 3/29/2010
20. Letter Written On A Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound 3/29/2010
21. The Interrogation Of The Man Of Many Hearts 3/29/2010
22. The Fury Of Sunrises 3/29/2010
23. Portrait Of An Old Woman On The College Tavern Wall 3/29/2010
24. The Break Away 3/29/2010
25. The Fallen Angels 3/29/2010
26. The Firebombers 3/29/2010
27. The Fury Of Cooks 3/29/2010
28. Hutch 3/29/2010
29. The Play 3/29/2010
30. The Children 3/29/2010
31. For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach 3/29/2010
32. The Angel Food Dogs 3/29/2010
33. The Death Baby 3/29/2010
34. The Wedding Ring Dance 3/29/2010
35. Funnel 3/29/2010
36. Wallflower 3/29/2010
37. The Division Of Parts 3/29/2010
38. The Fury Of Guitars And Sopranos 3/29/2010
39. The Red Dance 3/29/2010
40. The Bells 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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Song For A Lady

On the day of breasts and small hips
the window pocked with bad rain,
rain coming on like a minister,
we coupled, so sane and insane.
We lay like spoons while the sinister
rain dropped like flies on our lips
and our glad eyes and our small hips.

"The room is so cold with rain," you said

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