Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery. Anne Sexton More Quotes by Anne Sexton More Quotes From Anne Sexton I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found. Anne Sexton faults life people Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. Anne Sexton heart love fall Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard. Anne Sexton beautiful inspirational life I am a collection of dismantled almosts. Anne Sexton imperfection who-i-am personality As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. Anne Sexton concealed has-beens said ...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full. Anne Sexton skins soul found Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief. Anne Sexton prayer love-is fall I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is. Anne Sexton maps kind mind Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery. Anne Sexton open-heart surgery heart I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. Anne Sexton crazy kind knowing All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out. Anne Sexton husband white children I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God. Anne Sexton inches god trying My ideas are a curse. Anne Sexton spring inspirational order The stars are pears Anne Sexton pears stars Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden. Anne Sexton female god letting-go The joy that isn't shared dies young. Anne Sexton inner-peace joy happiness To tell the truth Anne Sexton size company telling-the-truth It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was. Anne Sexton fathers-day daughter death There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss. Anne Sexton rust kissing mouths We are all writing God's poem. Anne Sexton god writing
