Poems About Anne Sexton by Top Critiquers

"For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling." – Anne Sexton


You shatter my breath
with three little words
and fuck me from the inside
with hate
and still
I cannot get enough      
of you

I huddle like a lonely cigarette
left in the street lit rain
wilted and useless
decaying in a discoloured mess
into the saliva drenched side walk

I’m the shadow of a woman
that could be
if she dared to look up and confront ...

Strangers in the Night

    I love the smell of books. I think that, even more than my love of literature, may be the reason I work in a used book store. That and because it is so quiet. I love quiet places where I find I can think more clearly. I know people who crave noise and feel lonely in places like this book store.
    However, I feel right at home among the books of Pablo Neruda and Anne Sexton two of my favorite authors among the many represented in the stacks of this antiquarian book store. The books are like companions to me. I feel as though I am in the company of the...

searching for what
        was never lost
                but can not
                      be found