“I like you; your eyes are full of language."[Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]”
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