Though rain curses the window let the poem be made. Anne Sexton More Quotes by Anne Sexton More Quotes From Anne Sexton My heart is on a budget. Anne Sexton budgets my-heart heart Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there. Anne Sexton found beautiful order The tongue, the Chinese say, Anne Sexton knives drawing blood And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope Anne Sexton worst knows giving The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home. Anne Sexton mazes exit home Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements. Anne Sexton wedding marriage heart it Anne Sexton hate mother water ... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God. Anne Sexton glowing broken-heart sleep My business is words. Words are like labels, Anne Sexton coins labels poetry The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives Anne Sexton break grass wonder I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not. Anne Sexton able forget might [I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one. Anne Sexton fantasy powerful suicide Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone. Anne Sexton red contentment god I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze Anne Sexton kissing god jesus Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry Anne Sexton god order jesus Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises. Anne Sexton listening time animal Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren Anne Sexton eagles wings life I am not lazy. Anne Sexton poetry typewriters believe There is no word for time. Anne Sexton summer time thinking I tied down time with a rope Anne Sexton rope eye time