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| 5051. | The Big Boots Of Pain by Anne Sexton | | There can be certain potions
needled in the clock
for the body's fall from grace,
to untorture and to plead for.
These I have known
and woul... |
| 5052. | It Is A Spring Afternoon by Anne Sexton | | Everything here is yellow and green.
Listen to its throat, its earthskin,
the bone dry voices of the peepers
as they throb like advertisements.
Th... |
| 5053. | The Play by Anne Sexton | | I am the only actor.
It is difficult for one woman
to act out a whole play.
The play is my life,
my solo act.
My running after the hands
and nev... |
| 5054. | The Division Of Parts by Anne Sexton | | 1.
Mother, my Mary Gray,
once resident of Gloucester
and Essex County,
a photostat of your will
arrived in the mail today.
This is the division ... |
| 5055. | In The Deep Museum by Anne Sexton | | My God, my God, what queer corner am I in?
Didn't I die, blood running down the post,
lungs gagging for air, die there for the sin
of anyone, my... |
| 5056. | The Fury Of Guitars And Sopranos by Anne Sexton | | This singing
is a kind of dying,
a kind of birth,
a votive candle.
I have a dream-mother
who sings with her guitar,
nursing the bedroom
... |
| 5058. | For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach by Anne Sexton | | In his tenth July some instinct
taught him to arm the waiting wave,
a giant where its mouth hung open.
He rode on the lip that buoyed him there
an... |
| 5059. | The Expatriates by Anne Sexton | | My dear, it was a moment
to clutch for a moment
so that you may believe in it
and believing is the act of love, I think,
even in the telling, wher... |
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