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41 " I must always forget how one word is able to pickout another, to manner another, until I have gotsomething I might have said . ..but did not. "
― Anne Sexton , The Complete Poems
42 " It is June. I am tired of being brave. from “The Truth The Dead Know "
43 " I wear silk -- the cover to uncover --because silk is what I want you to think of.But I dislike the cloth. It is too stern.So tell me anything but track me like a climberfor here is the eye, here is the jewel,here is the excitement the nipple learns.I am unbalanced -- but I am not mad with snow.I am mad the way young girls are mad,with an offering, an offering...I burn the way money burns. "
44 " Next I dream the love is swallowing itself.Next I dream the love is made of glass,"— Anne Sexton, from “The Break Away,” The Complete Poems. (Mariner Books; First Mariner Books Edition (April 28, 1999) Originally published September 30th 1981. "
45 " Taking into consideration all your lovelinesswhy can't you burn your bootsoles and yourdraft card? How can you sit there saying yesto war? You'll be a pauper when you die, soreboy. Dead, while I still live at our addresss.Oh my brother, why do you keep making planswhen I am at seizures of hearts and hands?Come dance the dance, the Papa-Mama dance;bring costumes from the suitcase pasted Ille de France, the S.S. Gripsholm. Papa's London Harness case he took abroad and kept i our attic laced with old leather straps for storage and hisscholar's robes, black licorice - that metamorphosiswith it's crimson blood. "The Papa and Mama Dance "
46 " My heart cracked like a doll-dish... "
47 " During the rainstorms of April the oyster rises from the sea and opens its shell - rain enters it - when it sinks the raindrops become the pearl. So take a picnic, open your body, and give birth to pearls. ⠀ "
48 " it was a moment to clutch at for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing is the act of love, I think, "
49 " 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. "
50 " At the wedding ceremony the two sisters came to curry favor and the white dove pecked their eyes out. Two hollow spots were left like soup spoons. Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or dust, never arguing over the timing of an egg, never telling the same story twice, never getting a middle-aged spread, their darling smiles pasted on for eternity. Regular Bobbsey Twins. That story. "
51 " Kind Sir: Lost and of your same kind I have turned around twice with my eyes sealed and the woods were white and my night mind saw such strange happenings, untold and unreal. And opening my eyes, I am afraid of course to look—this inward look that society scorns— Still, I search in these woods and find nothing worse than myself, caught between the grapes and the thorns. "