Understanding Anne Sexton I am a man, and the words, put down, Sound like footsteps firmly planted; Yes, I am a man, and yet I understand Anne Sexton I know her style, in a place And in a way many may but few will bother to...it is a place Of washed-out laughter And some of us have it And some of us don't Some never get the joke That life really is But Anne did She checked in at the end Of the roaring '20's And checked out when she damn well pleased Randy Guess ©2001 [How Could I Ask For More?] [When Leaves Fall]    [About The Poet]    [Short-Timer] [A Sweeter Dragon Flame]     [The Devil and the Fourth of July] [Wrestling Hemingway]     [Wiggleworm] [A Silent Paean]    [Rainbow Color Reality] [Hear The Mountains Calling] [Fair and Moldy Muse]     [Ode to a Scottish Lass] [A Matter of Time]    [Understanding Anne Sexton] [In Praise of Earth and Sky and Sea] [Home]    [Short Stories]    [Philosophy]    [Biographies]    [Site Index]    [Contact] [Links]    [Copyright] <top>