Father, this year’s jinx rides us apart …
Anne Sexton
We sail out of season into an oyster-gray wind, …
I have gone out, a possessed witch, …
Everyone in me is a bird. …
I am surprised to see …
I was thinking of a son. …
Wait Mister. Which way is home? …
First Psalm …
Oh down at the tavern …
So it has come to this – …
The end of the affair is always death. …
My dear, it was a moment …
It was only important …
1. …
Here, …
The town does not exist …
Gone, I say and walk from church, …
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. …
The missile to launch a missile …
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. …
Concerning your letter in which you ask …