The Fury Of Sunsets : : By Anne Sexton ( 1928 – 1974 ) , Newton, Massachusetts : : : : : : : : Somethingcold is in the air,an aura of iceand phlegm. 1All day I’ve builta lifetime and nowthe sun sinks toundo it. 2The horizon bleedsand sucks its thumb. 3The little red thumbgoesContinue reading “The Fury of Sunsets : Anne Sexton : Evening Poems : :”
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Letter Written During a January Northeaster : Anne Sexton : January Poem : : Months Poems : :
Private: Letter Written During a January Northeaster: a poem by Anne Sexton Monday Dearest,It is snowing, grotesquely snowingupon the small faces of the dead.Those dear loudmouths, gone for over a year,buried side by sidelike little wrens.But why should I complain?The dead turn over casually,thinking: Good! No visitors today.My window, which is not a grave,is darkContinue reading “Letter Written During a January Northeaster : Anne Sexton : January Poem : : Months Poems : :”
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