Anne Sexton Hands Quotations

My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that bangs in my throat.

I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...

stop the darkness and its amputations and find the real McCoy in the private holiness of my hands.

Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them in like a circus hand....

With this pen I take in hand my selves and with these dead disciples I will grapple. Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.

Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far ...

Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.

Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.