Tag Archives: Anne Sexton

unconfessional poet.


Confessional poetry  is a problem.
I mean, I want to be just like Sylvia and Annie,
(as if the three of us just sat down to lunch yesterday),
and get down with the courses of verses I could lay on the page.
But I’m not all that ready for everyone to
know the level of insane that I harbor. Read the rest of this entry