Anne Sexton
Anne Sexton
Anne Sextonwas an American poet, known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967 for her book Live or Die. Themes of her poetry include her long battle against depression and mania, suicidal tendencies, and various intimate details from her private life, including her relationships with her husband and children...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 November 1928
CityNewton, MA
CountryUnited States of America
To tell the truth days are all the same size and words aren't much company.
Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.
I imitatea memory of beliefthat I do not own.
I leave you, home, when I'm ripped from the doorstep by commerce or fate. Then I submit to the awful subway of the world....
A woman who writes feels too much.
The sanest thing in this world is love.
At six I lived in a graveyard full of dolls, avoiding myself, my body, the suspect in its grotesque house.
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea...
I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.
I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.
The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.
Somebody who should have been born is gone.
There once was a miller with a daughter as lovely as a grape. He told the king that she could spin gold out of common straw. The king summoned the girl and locked her in a room full of straw and told her to spin it into gold or she would die like a criminal. Poor grape with no one to pick. Luscious and round and sleek. Poor thing. To die and never see Brooklyn. (Rumpelstiltskin)