Anne Sexton Quotes About Bones

Quotes about: Bones

• And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, "My need is more desperate!" and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.

  Anne Sexton

  Father, Kissing, Skins

  Anne Sexton (1999). “Love Poems”, p.20, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.

  Anne Sexton

  Hoarding, Sculpture, Splinters

• Bless all useful objects,
  the spoons made of bone,
  the mattress I cook my dreams upon,
  the typewriter that is my church
  with an altar of keys always waiting.

  Anne Sexton

  Dream, Keys, Typewriters

  Anne Sexton (1975). “The Awful Rowing Toward God”, Boston : Houghton Mifflin

• True. There is
  a beautiful Jesus.
  He is frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef.
  How desperately he wanted to pull his arms in!
  How desperately I touch his vertical and horizontal axes!
  But I can't. Need is not quite belief.

  Anne Sexton

  Beautiful, God, Jesus

  Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.57, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• My life
  has appeared unclothed in court,
  detail by detail,
  death-bone witness by death-bone witness,
  and I was shamed at the verdict.

  Anne Sexton

  Life, Regret, Details

  Anne Sexton (1976). “45 Mercy Street”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)

• Take adultery or theft.
  Merely sins.
  It is evil who dines on the soul,
  stretching out its long bone tongue.
  It is evil who tweezers my heart,
  picking out its atomic worms.

  Anne Sexton

  Heart, Long, Evil

  Anne Sexton (1978). “Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)

• I brush my hair,
  waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard,
  for the soft, soft bones that were laid apart
  and were screwed together. They will knit.
  And the other corpse, the fractured heart,
  I feed it piecemeal, little chalice. I'm good to it.

  Anne Sexton

  Pain, Heart, Hair

  Anne Sexton (1999). “Love Poems”, p.25, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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