Ms. Sexton went out looking for t… She began looking in the sky —expecting a large white angel wit… No one. She looked next in all the learned…

Someone is dead. Even the trees know it, those poor old dancers who come on… all pea—green scarfs and spine pol… I think…

Husband, last night I dreamt they cut off your hands and feet. Husband, you whispered to me,

This singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a votive candle. I have a dream—mother

I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is my life, my solo act.

His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my f… a kind of webbing, a kind of frog. Surely when first born my face was…

Where I waved at the sky And waited your love through a Fe… I saw birds swinging in, watched t… Into a tree, weaving on a branch,… In the arms of April sprung from…

I am torn in two but I will conquer myself. I will dig up the pride. I will take scissors and cut out the beggar.

In my dream I milked a cow, the terrible udder like a great rubber lily sweated in my fingers

Moist, moist, the heat leaking through the hinge… sun baking the roof like a pie and I and thou and she eating, working, sweating,