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“A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warm the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.“
Remembering Anne Sexton on her birthday.
National Poetry Month: Day 16! 📖❤
Was talking about our mutual love of Anne Sexton yesterday with @Leftcoastzen so I figured today would be a great day to feature my favorite poem by Anne: Her Kind!
#NationalPoetryMonth
#poetrymonth Couldn‘t let the month go by without mentioning Ms.Sexton , who‘s poems I adore.Her daughter wrote a stunning book about her mother and was kind enough sign it for me. Genius, struggle, & complexity lives in her poetry.She came to poetry later than some, and was often underestimated because of it.If you love Plath & haven‘t read Sexton, you should give her a try . Their paths crossed occasionally.
This one day her mother gave her
a basket of wine and #cake
to take to her grandmother
because she was ill.
Wine and cake?
Where's the aspirin? The penicillin?
Where's the fruit juice?
Peter Rabbit got chamomile tea.
But wine and cake it was.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/8505447-Red-Riding-Hood-by-Anne-Sexton
#PoetryMatters @TheSpineView
#life #poetrymatters
From a poem called ‘For John, who begs me not to enquire further‘ by Sexton.
I‘m slowly working my way through Sexton, came to her a lot later than Plath and there is a lot more to read.
#7days7covers #coverlove Day 1 (it took a while to pick one!!)
Thanks for the tag @Amiable
I can‘t think of anyone I follow who hasn‘t already been tagged but if you haven‘t and you‘re reading this, you‘re it 😉 Simply post a picture of a pretty book cover every day for 7 days with these tags. No explanation needed.
#story #poetrymatters
Not done the poetry prompts for a while.
This one from Anne Sexton.
November 9th is the birthday of Sexton and Turgenev.🎂Love Sexton, still have not read Turgenev.
From ‘Said the Poet to the Analyst‘
#poetrymatters #remember
#kind #poetrymatters
A different interpretation of kind! Apologies for crappy pic - just couldn‘t get it any better.
An excerpt from Anne Sexton's "The Fury of #Flowers and Worms"
Full text at https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fury-of-flowers-and-worms/
#poetrymatters @LazyDays
What makes me happier? New to me Vintage adjustable bookcase to fill or finding my Anne Sexton complete?😃😍📚Better get busy.
"As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love."
Anne Sexton (1928 -1974)
#annesexton #poetry
#itschristmasday #decdays
@Cinfhen
And I‘m grateful for all my gifts from friends and family - but always a special place for the books 📚
#quotsynov17 #aura
@TK-421
I haven‘t read much Sexton but have a feeling I should.
And we agreed in those long hushed phone calls that when the moment comes we‘ll talk turkey we‘ll shoot words straight from the hip, we‘ll play it as it lays. Yes, when death comes with its hood we won‘t be polite.
My father‘s cells clicked each night, intent on making money. And as for my cells, they brooded, little queens, on honey. On boys too, as a matter of fact, and cigarettes and cars. Mother frowned at my wasted life. My father smoked cigars.
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only broken by the sources of things; as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic, unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings. 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.
The impetus for creation usually came when Anne directly invoked the muse at her desk. Here, she read favorite poems of other poets—most frequently Neruda—and played certain evocative records over and over. One I remember for its throaty string section was Respighi‘s ‘Pines of Rome.‘ Music acted in some way to free her to create, and she often turned the volume up loud enough to drown out all other sounds. --Maxine Kumin
Just because...
I am stuffing your mouth with your
promises and watching
you vomit them out upon my face.
