A collection of hitherto unpublished photographs of a brilliant, beautiful, and troubled poet, taken shortly before her 1974 suicide, joined with her letters and unpublished poem drafts, provides a special understanding of a creative genius. Reprint.
4 1/2 stars. I'm so happy this exists. I was a bit bothered why the author would bother including letters that were not readable? Overall, incredible material and ultra personal photographs of a complex woman.
It's a literary gift for all Anne Sexton fans. So vivid and personal, the rawness of this book time-capsuled the glimpse of her journey before she finally put the quietus in her own will.
The Starry Night by Anne Sexton
“That does not keep me from having a terrible need of—shall I say the word—religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.” Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die.
It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eye. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die:
into that rushing beast of the night, sucked up by that great dragon, to split from my life with no flag, no belly, no cry.
The pictures really bring the Sextons home to you. The book includes some typed letters and poems that Sexton edited. One can only say it really is a pity she didn't die of natural causes, so much talent gone nowhere.