Status Updates From Anne Sexton – Ποιήματα

"I wear silk-the cover to uncover-because silk is what I want you to think of. But I dislike the cloth. It is too stern"...the blood runs underground yet brings forth a tower.

"So I will speak of your eyes although they are closed...perhaps they will say nothing, perhaps they will be dark and leaden, having played their own game somewhere else..."

"...a small hole in my heart, a deaf spot, so that I might hear the unsaid more clearly."

“let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning. Now I am utterly given.”