Anne+Sexton+-+KJ

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 * =__Anne Sexton (1982-1974):__=
 * ===//__**Poems:**__//===
 * To Bedlam and Part Way Back
 * The Starry Night
 * All My Pretty Ones
 * Live or Die
 * Love Poems
 * Mercy Street
 * Transformations
 * The Book of Folly
 * The Death Notebooks
 * The Awful Rowing Toward God
 * 45 Mercy Street
 * Curse Against Elegies
 * A Story For Rose on the Midnight Flight to Boston
 * Admonitions To A Special Person
 * After Auschwitz
 * Again and Again and Again
 * And over 100 more...

Brief Back Ground:


 * Anne Sexton was born on November 9 in 1967. All throughout her life, she had been con sidered 'depressed' which was a major fuel to her poetry. She is most well known for her extremely personal and confessing verses. Many of her poems include the topics of her suicidal tendencies, fights against depression and details from her private life. During her life she had many different occupations, including a modeling career when she was younger. As she grew older she was sent to a therapist over her suicidal and depressive behaviors. She was then diagnosed as "bipolar" and used this diagnoses as well as her feelings towards her therapist as material for her poetry. This poetry, won the Pulitzer Prize in 1967, just a few years before her death. Anne committed suicide at the age of 45 by locking herself in her garage along with her started car and dying of the carbon poisoning.

**Anna Who Was Mad:** Anna who was mad, I have a knife in my armpit. When I stand on //tiptoe I tap// out messages. Am I some sort of infection? Speak Mary-words into our pillow. Take me the gangling twelve-year-old into your sunken lap. Whisper like a buttercup.
 * Did I make you go insane?**
 * Did I make the sounds go sour?**
 * Did I tell you to climb out the window?**
 * Forgive. Forgive.**
 * Say not I did.**
 * Say not.**
 * Say.**
 * Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding.**
 * Take me in.**
 * Take me.**
 * Take.**

Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in. Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through. Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy. who dragged you out like a gold cart? From the grave write me, Anna! You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless pick up the Parker Pen I gave you.
 * Give me a report on the condition of my soul.**
 * Give me a complete statement of my actions.**
 * Did I make you go insane?**
 * Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through?**
 * Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist**
 * Did I make you go insane?**
 * Write me.**
 * Write.**

>>> Did I tell you to climb out the window?"
 * //__Simile:__//
 * A comparison of two unlike things using 'like' or 'as'
 * "Whisper like a buttercup."
 * //Alliteration://
 * The repetition of using initial consonant sound in two or more neighboring words or syllables.
 * "pick up the Parker Pen"
 * "tiptoe I tap"
 * **Repetition:**
 * The act or instance of being repeated for larger impact within literature
 * "Forgive. Forgive."
 * "Say not. Say."
 * "Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding."
 * "Take me in. Take me. Take."
 * "Write me. Write."
 * "Did I make you go insane?Did I make the sounds go sour?
 * Connection to: Like You, Evanescence – The Open Door**

Stay alive, soft, dark and dreamless Far beneath my nightmares and loneliness I hate me for breathing without you I don't want to feel anymore for you

Grieving for you, I'm not grieving for you Nothing real love can't undo And though I may have lost my way All paths lead straight to you

I long to be like you Lie cold in the ground like you

Halo blinding wall between us Melt away and leave us alone again Humming haunted somewhere out there I believe our love can see us through in death

I long to be like you Lie cold in the ground like you There's room inside for two And I'm not grieving for you I'm coming for you

You're not alone No matter what they told you You're not alone I'll be right beside you forevermore

I long to be like you, sis Lie cold in the ground like you did There's room inside for two And I'm not grieving for you

And as we lay in silent bliss I know you remember me

I long to be like you Lie cold in the ground like you There's room inside for two And I'm not grieving for you I'm coming for you

>>> Did I tell you to climb out the window?" >>> Say." >>> Take me. >>> Take." >>> Write." >>> Lie cold in the ground like you" >>> And I'm not grieving for you"
 * **Common Theme:**
 * Yearning to be with one who is dead.
 * Repetition:
 * //Anna Who Was Mad://
 * "Did I make you go insane?Did I make the sounds go sour?
 * "Forgive. Forgive."
 * "Say not.
 * "Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding."
 * "Take me in.
 * "Write me.
 * //Like You://
 * "I long to be like you
 * "There's room inside for two
 * "I'm coming for you "

Suicide Note:
 * You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is**
 * a matter of my life**' - Artaud

//Better//, despite the worms talking to the mare’s hoof in the field; //better//, despite the season of young girl dropping their blood; //better// somehow to drop myself quickly into an old room. //Better// (someone said) not to be born and far better not to be born twice at thirteen where the boardinghouse, each year a bedroom, caught fire. //Dear friend//, I will have to sink with hundreds of others on a dumbwaiter into hell. I will be a light thing. __I will enter death__ __like someone’s lost optical lens.__ Life is half enlarged. The fish and owls are fierce today. Life tilts backward and forward. Even the wasps cannot find my eyes. Yes, //eyes that// were immediate once. //Eyes that// have been truly awake, eyes that told the whole story— poor dumb animals. //Eyes that// were pierced, little nail heads, light blue gunshots. __And once with__ __a mouth like a cup,__ __clay colored or blood colored,__ __open like the breakwater__ for the lost ocean and open like the noose for the first head. This time I certainly do not ask for understanding and yet I hope everyone else will turn their heads when an unrehearsed fish jumps on the surface of Echo Lake; when moonlight, its bass note turned up loud, hurts some building in Boston, when the truly beautiful lie together. I think of this, surely, and would think of it far longer if I were not… if I were not at that old fire. I could admit that I am only a coward crying me me me and not mention the little gnats, the moths, forced by circumstance to suck on the electric bulb. But surely you know that everyone has a death, his own death, waiting for him. So I will go now without old age or disease, wildly but accurately, knowing my best route, carried by that toy donkey I rode all these years, never asking, “Where are we going?” We were riding (if I’d only known) to this. //Dear friend,// please do not think that I visualize guitars playing or my father arching his bone. I do not even expect my mother’s mouth. I know that I have died before— once in November, once in June. How strange to choose June again, so concrete with its green breasts and bellies. Of course guitars will not play! The snakes will certainly not notice. New York City will not mind. At night the bats will beat on the trees, knowing it all, seeing what they sensed all day.
 * 'At this time let me somehow bequeath all the leftovers**
 * to my daughters and their daughters'** - Anonymous
 * Once upon a time**
 * my hunger was for Jesus.**
 * O my hunger! My hunger!**
 * Before he grew old**
 * he rode calmly into Jerusalem**
 * in search of death.**

>>> a matter of my life" >>> to my daughters and their daughters' >>> my hunger was for Jesus. >>> O my hunger! My hunger! >>> Before he grew old >>> he rode calmly into Jerusalem >>> in search of death." >>> a mouth like a cup, >>> clay colored or blood colored, >>> open like the breakwater" >>> like someone’s lost optical lens" I tried to kill the pain But only brought more (so much more) I lay dying
 * **Allusion**:
 * An indirect or implied reference
 * "You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is
 * 'At this time let me somehow bequeath all the leftovers
 * "Once upon a time
 * //Repetition://
 * The act or instance of being repeated for larger impact within literature
 * "Dear Friend"
 * "I will be a light thing, I will enter death"
 * "Eyes that..."
 * "Better"
 * __Simile:__
 * A comparison of two unlike things using 'like' or 'as'
 * "And once with
 * "I will enter death
 * Tourniquet – Evanescence**

And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming Am I too lost to be saved Am I too lost?

My God my tourniquet Return to me salvation My God my Tourniquet

Return to me salvation Do you remember me Lost for so long

Will you be on the other side Or will you forget me I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming Am I too lost to be saved Am I too lost? My God my Tourniquet Return to me salvation My God my Tourniquet Return to me salvation (Return to me salvation)

I want to die

My God my Tourniquet Return to me salvation My God my Tourniquet Return to me salvation

My wounds cry for the grave My soul cries for deliverance Will I be denied Christ Tourniquet My suicide

Return to me salvation Return to me salvation


 * **Common Theme:**
 * Wanting death.
 * Asking God for a swift ending.
 * Repetition:
 * //Suicide Note://
 * //"//Better"
 * "Dear Friend"
 * "I will be a light thing, I will enter death"
 * //Tourniquet://
 * "Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?"
 * "My God, my Tourniquet"
 * "Return to me salvation"


 * The Abortion:**

Just as the earth puckered its mouth , each bud //puffing out from its knot,// I changed my shoes, and then drove south. Up past the //Blue Mountains//, where Pennsylvania humps on //endlessly,// //wearing, like a crayoned cat, its green hair,// //its roads sunken in like a gray washboard//; where, in truth, the ground cracks evilly, //a dark socket from which the coal has poured//, __the //grass as bristly and stout as chives//,__ up in Pennsylvania, I met a little man, not Rumpelstiltskin, at all, at all… he took the fullness that love began. Returning north, even the sky grew thin like a high window looking nowhere. __The //road was as flat as a sheet of tin//.__ Yes, woman, such logic will lead to loss without death. Or say what you meant, you coward…this baby that I bleed.
 * Somebody who should have been born**
 * is gone.**
 * Somebody who should have been born**
 * is gone.**
 * and me wondering** when the ground would break,
 * and me wondering** how anything fragile survives;
 * Somebody who should have been born**
 * is gone.**

>>> its roads sunken in like a gray washboard" >>> is gone."
 * Personification :
 * Attribution of personal qualities in representation of a thing or abstraction as a person or by the human form
 * "earth puckered its mouth"
 * "ground cracks evilly"
 * __Simile:__
 * A comparison of two unlike things using 'like' or 'as'
 * "grass as bristly and stout as chives"
 * "road was as flat as a sheet of tin"
 * //Imagery://
 * Mental images given off by description
 * "grass as bristly and stout as chives"
 * "ground cracks evilly,a dark socket from which the coal has poured"
 * "endlessly, wearing, like a crayoned cat, its green hair,
 * "past the Blue Mountains,"
 * "bud puffing out from its knot"
 * "earth puckered its mouth"
 * "road was as flat as a sheet of tin"
 * **Repetition:**
 * The act or instance of being repeated for larger impact within literature.
 * "and me wondering..."
 * "Somebody who should have been born

Hey Lucy I remember your name, Left a dozen roses on your grave today, In the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away I just came to talk for a while Got some things, I need to say
 * Lucy – Skillet:**

Now that it’s over I just want to hold her I’d give up all the world to see That little piece of heaven looking back at me

Now that it’s over I just want to hold her I’ve gotta live with the choices I’ve made, And I can’t live with myself today.

Hey Lucy I remembered your birthday They said it’d bring some closer, To say your name, I’d do it all different if I had the chance, But all I got are these roses to give And they can’t help me make amends

Now that it’s over I just want to hold her I’d give up all the world to see That little piece of heaven looking back at me

Now that it’s over I just want to hold her I’ve gotta live with the choices I’ve made, And I can’t live with myself today.

Here we are, now you're in my arms I never wanted anything so bad Here we are, for a brand new start Living the life that we could've had

Me and Lucy walking hand in hand Me and Lucy never wanna end Just another moment in your eyes I'll see you in another life In heaven where we never say goodbye

Here we are, now you're in my arms Here we are for a brand new start Got to live with the choices I've made And I can't live with myself today

Me and Lucy walking hand in hand Me and Lucy never wanna end Got to live with the choices I've made And I can't live with myself today

Hey Lucy, I remember your name

>>> is gone." >>> I just want to hold her >>> I’ve gotta live with the choices I’ve made, >>> And I can’t live with myself today."
 * **Common Themes:**
 * Emotion after an abortion - regret and depression.
 * Repetition:
 * //The Abortion://
 * "Somebody who should have been born
 * "and me wondering..."
 * //Lucy://
 * "Hey Lucy I remember"
 * "Now that it’s over
 * "Here we are, now you're in my arms"
 * "Me and Lucy"

//__**Works Cited:**__// "Anna Who Was Mad." //Poemhunter.com//. N.p., 11 Aug. 2010. Web. 12 May 2013. . "Anne Sexton." //Wikipedia//. Wikimedia Foundation, 15 May 2013. Web. 9 May 2013. . Holme, N. Owen. "Poetry Analysis: Anna Who Was Mad, by Anne Sexton." //Helium//. Helium, 27 Apr. 2012. Web. 12 May 2013.