Anne Sexton Eye Quotations

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

My eyes, those sluts, those whores, would play no more.

Blue eyes wash off sometimes.

And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.

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

Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus.

I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere....

I tied down time with a rope but it came back. Then I put my head in a death bowl and my eyes shut up like clams. They didn't come back.

The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth.

Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.