Anne Sexton--American

 

       

Anne Sexton
(1928-1974)

Born Anne Gray Harvey in 1928, Anne married Alfred Muller Sexton II at the age of nineteen.  After the birth of her daughter in 1953 she suffered from a mental breakdown and was encouraged to pursue writing as a form of therapy.  Though Sexton produced an impressive twelve books of poetry, and won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967 for her collection, Live or Die, she succumbed to her seemingly endless battle with mental illness and committed suicide in 1974, at the age of 46.  In her short career as a writer, Sexton taught poetry workshops at Boston University, Colgate University and Oberlin College.  The primary themes to her poetry were personal and are often termed “confessional,” similar to the works of Robert Lowell and Sylvia Plath. 

 


After Auschwitz

Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each Nazi
took, at 8: 00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.

And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.

Man is evil,
I say aloud.
Man is a flower
that should be burnt,
I say aloud.
Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.

And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his anus.

Man with his small pink toes,
with his miraculous fingers
is not a temple
but an outhouse,
I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes,
on a soft July night.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
I say those things aloud.

I beg the Lord not to hear.