Sara

“I wear silk -- the cover to uncover --
because silk is what I want you to think of.
But I dislike the cloth. It is too stern.

So tell me anything but track me like a climber
for here is the eye, here is the jewel,
here is the excitement the nipple learns.

I am unbalanced -- but I am not mad with snow.
I am mad the way young girls are mad,
with an offering, an offering...

I burn the way money burns.”
― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

“I am mad the way young girls are mad,
with an offering, an offering.”
― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

“From the Garden”

Come, my beloved,
consider the lilies.
We are of little faith.
We talk too much.
Put your mouthful of words away
and come with me to watch
the lilies open in such a field,
growing there like yachts,
slowly steering their petals
without nurses or clocks.
Let us consider the view:
a house where white clouds
decorate the muddy halls.
Oh, put away your good words
and your bad words. Spit out
your words like stones!
Come here! Come here!
Come eat my pleasant fruits.”
― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

“…madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet…”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters