“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”
“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”
Anne Sexton
“I like you; your eyes are full of language."[Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]”
Anne Sexton“Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.”
Anne Sexton“It is snowing and death bugs meas stubborn as insomnia.”
Anne Sexton“I’d won the worldbut like aforsaken explorer,I’d lostmy map.”
Anne Sexton“Some women marry houses.”
Anne Sexton“Clover['s] eyes are full of language.”
Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”
Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters“exI feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”
Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters“The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.”
Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters“Death's in the good-bye.”
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