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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 : :”