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lovingsylvia · 11 months

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"It is June. I am tired of being brave."

–Anne Sexton, from "The Truth the Dead Know"

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sylviaplathink · 7 months

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Today marks the 49th anniversary of Anne Sexton’s death! RIP!

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974)

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*Sylvia’s Death*

for Sylvia Plath

O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons,

with two children, two meteors wandering loose in a tiny playroom,

with your mouth into the sheet, into the roofbeam, into the dumb prayer,

(Sylvia, Sylvia where did you go after you wrote me from Devonshire about rasing potatoes and keeping bees?)

what did you stand by, just how did you lie down into?

Thief — how did you crawl into,

crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long,

the death we said we both outgrew, the one we wore on our skinny breasts,

the one we talked of so often each time we downed three extra dry martinis in Boston,

the death that talked of analysts and cures, the death that talked like brides with plots,

the death we drank to, the motives and the quiet deed?

(In Boston the dying ride in cabs, yes death again, that ride home with our boy.)

O Sylvia, I remember the sleepy drummer who beat on our eyes with an old story,

how we wanted to let him come like a sadist or a New York fairy

to do his job, a necessity, a window in a wall or a crib,

and since that time he waited under our heart, our cupboard,

and I see now that we store him up year after year, old suicides

and I know at the news of your death a terrible taste for it, like salt,

(And me, me too. And now, Sylvia, you again with death again, that ride home with our boy.)

And I say only with my arms stretched out into that stone place,

what is your death but an old belonging,

a mole that fell out of one of your poems?

(O friend, while the moon’s bad, and the king’s gone, and the queen’s at her wit’s end the bar fly ought to sing!)

O tiny mother, you too! O funny duchess! O blonde thing!

—Anne Sexton, written February 17, 1963

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metamorphesque · 9 months

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musings on the sun

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fromdarzaitoleeza · 7 months

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Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters/ Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 23 March 1964

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flowerytale · 1 year

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Anne Sexton, from "Iron Hans", The Complete Poems

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petaltexturedskies · 1 year

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anne sexton, from the complete poems ‘the fury of flowers and worms’

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mango-season · 2 months

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Frank O'Hara

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asoftepiloguemylove · 29 days

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BUT WHO COULD LOVE ME? I AM OUT OF MY MIND // IVAN & TILL

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thoughtkick · 8 months

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I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

Anne Sexton

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surqrised · 5 months

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I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

Anne Sexton

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moonlitfairytale · 21 days

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Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

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lovingsylvia · 7 months

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Today marks the 49th anniversary of Anne Sexton’s death! RIP!

(9 November 1928, Newton, MA – 4 October 1974, Weston, MA)

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Death’s a sad bone; bruised, you’d say,

and yet she waits for me, year and year, to so delicately undo an old would, to empty my breath from its bad prison.

Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet, raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon, leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,

leaving the page of a book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the look, whatever it was, an infection.

–Anne Sexton, from “Wanting to Die”, written February 3, 1964 (in: Live or Die, 1966)

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sylviaplathink · 2 years

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Today marks the 48th anniversary of Anne Sexton’s death! RIP!

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974)

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*For My Lover, Returning To His Wife*

She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies. She has always been there, my darling. She is, in fact, exquisite. Fireworks in the dull middle of February and as real as a cast-iron pot. Let's face it, I have been momentary. vA luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor. My hair rising like smoke from the car window. Littleneck clams out of season. She is more than that. She is your have to have, has grown you your practical your tropical growth. This is not an experiment. She is all harmony. She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy, has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast, sat by the potter's wheel at midday, set forth three children under the moon, three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo, done this with her legs spread out in the terrible months in the chapel. If you glance up, the children are there like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling. She has also carried each one down the hall after supper, their heads privately bent, two legs protesting, person to person, her face flushed with a song and their little sleep. I give you back your heart. I give you permission - for the fuse inside her, throbbing angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her and the burying of her wound - for the burying of her small red wound alive - for the pale flickering flare under her ribs, for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse, for the mother's knee, for the stocking, for the garter belt, for the call - the curious call when you will burrow in arms and breasts and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair and answer the call, the curious call. She is so naked and singular She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid. As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.

- Anne Sexton, in: Love Poems, 1969

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metamorphesque · 9 months

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