I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.
Anne SextonThe grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives
Anne SextonLook to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.
Anne SextonI 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