Anne Sexton Quotes about Lying

All Anne Sexton Quotes Age Aging Belief Childhood Children Depression Desire Divorce Earth Eating Evil Experience Faith Feelings Giving God Happiness Hate Heart Home Hope House Husband Inspirational Jesus Joy Kissing Language Life Lifetime Love Lying quotes Magic Marriage Memories Morning Nature Pain Past Poetry Prayer Reality Religion Skins Sleep Soul Time Today Waiting Water Writing

The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At

The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Anne Sexton

Girl, Lying, Boys

Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.137, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love.

Anne Sexton

God, Lying, Evil

Anne Sexton (1975). “The Awful Rowing Toward God”, Boston : Houghton Mifflin

When I lie down to love, old dwarf heart shakes her head. Like an imbecile she was born old.

Anne Sexton

Lying, Heart, Dwarves

Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.50, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.

Anne Sexton

Lying, Blessed, Eye

Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.43, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

It's all a matter of history. Brandy is no solace. Librium only lies me down like a dead snow queen. Yes! I am still the criminal.

Anne Sexton

Depression, Queens, Lying

She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and lift my madness off like a wig. I would lie outside in a room of wool and let the snow cover me. Paris white or flake white or argentine, all in the washbasin of my mouth, calling “Oh.” I am empty. I am witless. Death is here. There is no other settlement.

Anne Sexton

Hate, Lying, Paris

Anne Sexton, “Oh”