Anne Sexton Quotes About Fathers

Quotes about: Fathers

• It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

  Anne Sexton

  Death, Daughter, Fathers Day

  "A Small Journal" by Anne Sexton, 1974.

• Frog has no nerves.
  Frog is as old as a cockroach.
  Frog is my father's genitals.
  Frog is a malformed doorknob.
  Frog is a soft bag of green.

  Anne Sexton

  Father, Green, Frogs

  Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.164, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Why are all these dolls falling out of the sky?
  Was there a father?
  Or have the planets cut holes in their nets
  and let our childhood out,
  or are we the dolls themselves,
  born but never fed?

  Anne Sexton

  Father, Fall, Cutting

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

• 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

• If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter ... Blame it on God perhaps? He of the first opening that pushed us all into our first mistakes? No, I'll blame it on Man For Man is God and man is eating the earth up like a candy bar and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean for it is known he will gulp it all down. The stars (possibly) are safe. At least for the moment. The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.

  Anne Sexton

  Mother, Stars, Father

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

• we do not explain my husband's insane abuse
  and we do not say why your wild-haired wife has fled
  or that my father opened like a walnut and then was dead.
  Your palms fold over me like knees. Love is the only use.

  Anne Sexton

  Family, Husband, Father

  Anne Sexton (1964). “Selected poems”

• Father,
  you died once,
  salted down at fifty-nine,
  packed down like a big snow angel,
  wasn't that enough?

  Anne Sexton

  Friends, Father, Angel

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