WebBy Anne Sexton 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: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind. I have found the warm caves in the woods, WebThe Black Art by Anne Sexton 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 …
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WebAt night, alone, I marry the bed. She took you the way a woman takes a bargain dress off the rack and I broke the way a stone breaks. I give back your books and fishing tack. Today’s paper says that you are wed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. WebAnne Sexton > The Black Art + - 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 warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl. A man who writes knows too much, grant torrent oficial
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WebOct 19, 2024 · Member-only How Anne Sexton’s Poem ‘Her Kind’ Turns Pain into Art In embracing the ‘witch’ figure, Sexton’s “Her Kind” pushes back against stigma. It’s also … WebThe Black Art. By Anne Sexton. JSTOR and the Poetry Foundation are collaborating to digitize, preserve, and extend access to Poetry. Source: Poetry (August 1962) WebA 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 … grant to replace oil boiler