When Man Enters Woman |
When Man Enters Woman When man enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth in pleasure and her teeth gleam like the alphabet, Logos appears milking a ... Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 09:31:00 GMT |
For My Lover, Returning to His Wife. |
Hello everyone! Just doing my best to keep this site updated. Hope everyone is having a nice transition into spring. If you know of anyone who enjoys poetry, or loves Anne, try and get them to come he... Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 20:58:00 GMT |
The Abortion |
Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. Life is busy. But I am here to add another poem for you readers! Enjoy. And live to the hilt!The Abortion by Anne Sexton Somebody who should ha... Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 13:21:00 GMT |
The Truth the Dead Know |
The Truth the Dead KnowFor my Mother, born March 1902, died March 1959and my Father, born February 1900, died June 1959Gone, I say and walk from church,refusing the stiff procession to the grave,letti... Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 21:25:00 GMT |
And interesting question + The Kiss |
One of my friends sent this article to me: Outgrow Anne?The comment made in this "collegic essay" that really caught my attention was this: "Sexton's popularity, naturally, has suffered in such a clim... Posted by on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 21:37:00 GMT |
Her Kind |
Her kindI have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mi... Posted by on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 13:12:00 GMT |
The Room of My Life |
This is one of my favorite Anne poems: The Room of My Life Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the wood walls, ... Posted by on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 15:04:00 GMT |
Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs |
Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs --> --> No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of Limoges,lips like Vin Du Rhône,rolling her... Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 11:32:00 GMT |
Cinderella |
By Anne SextonYou always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story.Or the nursemaid,some luscious sweet from Denmarkwho capture... Posted by on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 16:30:00 GMT |