Anne Sexton Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• ... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.

  Anne Sexton

  Broken Heart, Sleep, Glowing

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

• the heart,
  this child of myself that resides in the flesh,
  this ultimate signature of the me, the start
  of my blindness and sleep, builds a death crèche.

  Anne Sexton

  Children, Heart, Sleep

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

• The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.

  Anne Sexton

  Future, Sleep, Home

  Anne Sexton, Linda Gray Sexton, Lois Ames (2004). “Anne Sexton: A Self-portrait in Letters”, p.41, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet
  it is my other who sits in a ball and cries.
  My other beats a tin drum in my heart.
  My other hangs up laundry as I try to sleep.
  My other cries and cries and cries
  when I put on a cocktail dress.

  Anne Sexton

  Sleep, Heart, Kissing

  Anne Sexton, “The Other”

• My sleeping pill is white.
  It is a splendid pearl;
  it floats me out of myself,
  my stung skin as alien
  as a loose bolt of cloth.

  Anne Sexton

  Sleep, White, Skins

  Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.24, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• What a lay me down this is
  with two pink, two orange,
  two green, two white goodnights.

  Anne Sexton

  Sleep, Two, White

  Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.115, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I can only sign over everything,
  the house, the dog, the ladders, the jewels,
  the soul, the family tree, the mailbox.
  Then I can sleep.
  Maybe.

  Anne Sexton

  Dog, Sleep, Jewels

  Anne Sexton, “The Other”

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