A Locked House By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
From the farm Next door, our neighbors saw no harm Came to the things we cared for here. Maybe I should have thought: all Such things rot, fall— Barns ...
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Mementos, 1 By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
I stopped there cold, Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yard Who has turned up a severed hand. Then through the war and those two long yea ...
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Heart’s Needle By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
1 Child of my winter, born When the new fallen soldiers froze In Asia’s steep ravines and fouled the snows, When I was torn By love I could not still, ...
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The Campus on the Hill By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
Up the reputable walks of old established trees They stalk, children of the nouveaux riches; chimes Of the tall Clock Tower drench their heads in bles ...
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Monet: “Les Nymphéas” By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
O world half-known through opening, twilit lids Before the vague face clenches into light; O universal waters like a cloud, Like those first clouds of ...
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April Inventory By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
In one whole year I haven’t learned A blessed thing they pay you for. The sleek, expensive girls I teach, Younger and pinker every year, Bloom gradual ...
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“After Experience Taught Me ...” By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
After experience taught me that all the ordinary Surroundings of social life are futile and vain; I’m going to show you something very Ugly: someday, ...
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In Celebration of My Uterus By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
You are singing like a school girl. Sweet weight, in celebration of the woman I am and of the soul of the woman I am and of the central creature and i ...
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Menstruation at Forty By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
This time I hunt for death, the night I lean toward, the night I want. All this without you— two days gone in blood. My death from the wrists, two nam ...
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Crossing the Atlantic By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
Wrapped in robes— not like Caesar but like liver with bacon— I rest on the stern burning my mouth with a wind-hot ash, watching my ship bypass the swe ...
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The Room of My Life By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the wood walls, the forty-eight keys of the typewriter each an eyeball that is never shut, the books, e ...
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All My Pretty Ones By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
Father, this year’s jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling its stone to your heart, leaving me ...
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With Mercy for the Greedy By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
Concerning your letter in which you ask me to call a priest and in which you ask me to wear The Cross that you enclose; your own cross, your dog-bitte ...
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Wanting to Die By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic. Death’s a sad bone; bruised, yo ...
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The Starry Night By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. This is how I want to die: into that rushin ...
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The Truth the Dead Know By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
I cultivate myself where the sun gutters from the sky, where the sea swings in like an iron gate and we touch. My darling, the wind falls in like ston ...
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Music Swims Back to Me By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
La la la, Oh music swims back to me and I can feel the tune they played the night they left me in this private institution on a hill. Music pours over ...
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Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
Now I am going back and I have ripped my hand from your hand as I said I would and I have made it this far as I said I would and I am on the top deck ...
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The Moss of His Skin By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
I held my breath and daddy was there, his thumbs, his fat skull, his teeth, his hair growing like a field or a shawl.
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Her Kind By Anne Sexton - Giggle Poems
I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light ...
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