From the joy and anguish of her own experience, Sexton fashioned poems that told truths about the inner lives of men and women. This book comprises Sexton's ten volumes of verse, including the Pulitzer Prize-winner Live or Die, as well as seven poems form her last years.
Today an interne knocks my knees,
testing for reflexes.
Once I would have winked and begged for dope.
Today I am terribly patient.
Today crows play black-jack
on the stethoscope.
Everyone has left me
except my muse,
that good nurse.
She stays in my hand,
a mild white mouse. (查看原文)
Anne Sexton: "Sylvia Plath and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. Sylvia and I often talked opposites. We talked de...Anne Sexton: "Sylvia Plath and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. Sylvia and I often talked opposites. We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb." (展开)
Anne Sexton: "Sylvia Plath and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. Sylvia and I often talked opposites. We talked de...Anne Sexton: "Sylvia Plath and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. Sylvia and I often talked opposites. We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb." (展开)
child, I cannot promise that you will get your wish. I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. lie still with me and watch. a pheasant moves by like a seal, pulled through the mulch by his thick white collar. he's on show like a clown. he drags a beige feather that he removed, one time, form an old lady's hat. we laugh and we touch. I promise you love. time will not take away that.
2020-07-08 15:54:37
child, I cannot promise that you will get your wish.
I cannot promise very much.
I give you the images I know.
lie still with me and watch.
a pheasant moves
by like a seal, pulled through the mulch
by his thick white collar. he's on show
like a clown. he drags a beige feather that he removed,
one time, form an old lady's hat.
we laugh and we touch.
I promise you love. time will not take away that.引自第67页
my friend, my friend, I was born doing reference work in sin and born confessing it. this is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star.
2020-07-08 15:43:24
my friend, my friend, I was born
doing reference work in sin and born
confessing it. this is what poems are:
with mercy
for the greedy,
they are the tongue's wrangle,
the world's pottage, the rat's star.引自第63页
Today an interne knocks my knees, testing for reflexes. Once I would have winked and begged for dope. Today I am terribly patient. Today crows play black-jack on the stethoscope. Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.
2013-10-07 20:30:55
Today an interne knocks my knees,
testing for reflexes.
Once I would have winked and begged for dope.
Today I am terribly patient.
Today crows play black-jack
on the stethoscope.
Everyone has left me
except my muse,
that good nurse.
She stays in my hand,
a mild white mouse. 引自 FLEE ON YOUR DONKEY
Today an interne knocks my knees, testing for reflexes. Once I would have winked and begged for dope. Today I am terribly patient. Today crows play black-jack on the stethoscope. Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.
2013-10-07 20:30:55
Today an interne knocks my knees,
testing for reflexes.
Once I would have winked and begged for dope.
Today I am terribly patient.
Today crows play black-jack
on the stethoscope.
Everyone has left me
except my muse,
that good nurse.
She stays in my hand,
a mild white mouse. 引自 FLEE ON YOUR DONKEY
child, I cannot promise that you will get your wish. I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. lie still with me and watch. a pheasant moves by like a seal, pulled through the mulch by his thick white collar. he's on show like a clown. he drags a beige feather that he removed, one time, form an old lady's hat. we laugh and we touch. I promise you love. time will not take away that.
2020-07-08 15:54:37
child, I cannot promise that you will get your wish.
I cannot promise very much.
I give you the images I know.
lie still with me and watch.
a pheasant moves
by like a seal, pulled through the mulch
by his thick white collar. he's on show
like a clown. he drags a beige feather that he removed,
one time, form an old lady's hat.
we laugh and we touch.
I promise you love. time will not take away that.引自第67页
my friend, my friend, I was born doing reference work in sin and born confessing it. this is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star.
2020-07-08 15:43:24
my friend, my friend, I was born
doing reference work in sin and born
confessing it. this is what poems are:
with mercy
for the greedy,
they are the tongue's wrangle,
the world's pottage, the rat's star.引自第63页
child, I cannot promise that you will get your wish. I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. lie still with me and watch. a pheasant moves by like a seal, pulled through the mulch by his thick white collar. he's on show like a clown. he drags a beige feather that he removed, one time, form an old lady's hat. we laugh and we touch. I promise you love. time will not take away that.
2020-07-08 15:54:37
child, I cannot promise that you will get your wish.
I cannot promise very much.
I give you the images I know.
lie still with me and watch.
a pheasant moves
by like a seal, pulled through the mulch
by his thick white collar. he's on show
like a clown. he drags a beige feather that he removed,
one time, form an old lady's hat.
we laugh and we touch.
I promise you love. time will not take away that.引自第67页
my friend, my friend, I was born doing reference work in sin and born confessing it. this is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star.
2020-07-08 15:43:24
my friend, my friend, I was born
doing reference work in sin and born
confessing it. this is what poems are:
with mercy
for the greedy,
they are the tongue's wrangle,
the world's pottage, the rat's star.引自第63页
Today an interne knocks my knees, testing for reflexes. Once I would have winked and begged for dope. Today I am terribly patient. Today crows play black-jack on the stethoscope. Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.
2013-10-07 20:30:55
Today an interne knocks my knees,
testing for reflexes.
Once I would have winked and begged for dope.
Today I am terribly patient.
Today crows play black-jack
on the stethoscope.
Everyone has left me
except my muse,
that good nurse.
She stays in my hand,
a mild white mouse. 引自 FLEE ON YOUR DONKEY
child, I cannot promise that you will get your wish. I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. lie still with me and watch. a pheasant moves by like a seal, pulled through the mulch by his thick white collar. he's on show like a clown. he drags a beige feather that he removed, one time, form an old lady's hat. we laugh and we touch. I promise you love. time will not take away that.
2 有用 Liz 2011-01-26 16:51:08
Anne Sexton: "Sylvia Plath and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. Sylvia and I often talked opposites. We talked de... Anne Sexton: "Sylvia Plath and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. Sylvia and I often talked opposites. We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb." (展开)
1 有用 其斤 2020-01-03 19:10:46
“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”
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a possessed witch
0 有用 山鸟岛 2022-03-21 00:00:16
读了特别喜欢的那部分。前两个集子是格律诗 但后面诗集中的重复仍然很有乐感。觉得安妮最迷人的是隐喻；当她的隐喻再和抽象的概念会合，那是蜂房也是牧场。
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im tired of being brave
0 有用 山鸟岛 2022-03-21 00:00:16
读了特别喜欢的那部分。前两个集子是格律诗 但后面诗集中的重复仍然很有乐感。觉得安妮最迷人的是隐喻；当她的隐喻再和抽象的概念会合，那是蜂房也是牧场。
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找到了自我暴露的源泉，inward look
0 有用 perrkk 2020-10-11 22:07:53
im tired of being brave
1 有用 其斤 2020-01-03 19:10:46
“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”
2 有用 Liz 2011-01-26 16:51:08
Anne Sexton: "Sylvia Plath and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. Sylvia and I often talked opposites. We talked de... Anne Sexton: "Sylvia Plath and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem. Sylvia and I often talked opposites. We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb." (展开)