The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself. Anne Sexton More Quotes by Anne Sexton More Quotes From Anne Sexton But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic. Anne Sexton magic taken suicide One of my secret instructions to myself as a poet is "Whatever you do, don't be boring." Anne Sexton boring poet secret Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind Anne Sexton mind beautiful order The sky breaks. Anne Sexton sky enemy world Everyone has left me Anne Sexton white inspirational hands I've grown tired of love Anne Sexton tired love-you watches The fish are naked. Anne Sexton spoons naked color I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself. Anne Sexton miracle suicide thinking I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger. Anne Sexton stranger self home Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me. Anne Sexton addiction voice sea Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far. Anne Sexton made said hands If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter ... Blame it on God perhaps? He of the first opening that pushed us all into our first mistakes? No, I'll blame it on Man For Man is God and man is eating the earth up like a candy bar and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean for it is known he will gulp it all down. The stars (possibly) are safe. At least for the moment. The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death. Anne Sexton stars mother father I will be steel! Anne Sexton strength bridges heart I have forgiven all the old actors for dying. Anne Sexton dancer white wings Home is my Bethlehem, Anne Sexton skulls husband home I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray. Anne Sexton gray wall my-own I tell it stories now and then Anne Sexton poetry stories thinking I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer! Anne Sexton white writing thinking God went out of me Anne Sexton god sea religion Once I was a couple. I was my own king and queen Anne Sexton queens couple kings