|I have ridden
in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor,
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
(1928-1974) was born in Newton, Massachusetts. She started writing poetry
on the advice of her psychiatrist, Dr Martin Orne, who was treating her
for depression. She published her first book of poetry, To Bedlam And
Part Way Back in 1960. Her last book, Words For Dr.Y only came
out after her death by suicide in 1974. She won the Pulitzer Prize in poetry
in 1967 for Live Or Die.
From To Bedlam And Part Way Back (1960)
From All My Pretty Ones (1962)
From Love Poems (1969)
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"The last time I saw Mr [ Robert ] Lowell was over a year ago before he left for New York. I miss him as all apprentices miss their first real master. He is a modest man and an incisive critic. He helped me to distrust the easy musical phrase and to look for the frankness of ordinary speech. If you have enough natural energy he can show you how to chain it in. He didn't teach me what to put into a poem, but what to leave out. What he taught me was taste. Perhaps that's the only thing a poet can be taught."
(Anne Sexton on Robert Lowell)
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