I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people. Anne Sexton More Quotes by Anne Sexton More Quotes From Anne Sexton You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong. Anne Sexton strong white animal Take adultery or theft. Anne Sexton evil heart long God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse. Anne Sexton despair body sea Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter. You know. Insane or sane, you know. It’s a good thing to know - no matter what they call it. Anne Sexton insane crazy worry It is in the small things we see it. Anne Sexton courage earthquakes children My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right. Anne Sexton names two blood Those moments before a poem comes, when the heightened awareness comes over you, and you realize a poem is buried there somewhere, you prepare yourself. I run around, you know, kind of skipping around the house, marvelous elation. It’s as though I could fly. Anne Sexton over-you house running This is what poems are: Anne Sexton stars poetry world Watch out for love Anne Sexton toes running watches Father, Anne Sexton friends angel father Even without wars, life is dangerous. Anne Sexton war life reality Nature is full of teeth Anne Sexton teeth nature fall Once upon a time we were all born, Anne Sexton oxygen sea country I keep feeling that there isn't one poem being written by any one of us - or a book or anything like that. The whole life of us writers, the whole product I guess I mean, is the one long poem - a community effort if you will. It's all the same poem. It doesn't belong to any one writer - it's God's poem perhaps. Or God's people's poem. Anne Sexton long mean book Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long. Anne Sexton suicidal thieves long The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit. Anne Sexton clothes soul dresses In a letter (no matter how quickly it is written or honestly or freely or lovingly) it is more possible to be loving and lovable, more possible to reach out and to take in ... I feel I have somehow deceived you into thinking this is really a human relationship. It is a letter relationship between humans. Anne Sexton matter letters thinking They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them. Anne Sexton innocent vulnerable flower As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool. Anne Sexton fool chance All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. Anne Sexton built lifetime sun
