Anne Sexton
The Confessional Poet of Madness
I write the truth even when it burns.
They call me confessional, as if I were on trial. I write what others whisper in the dark — motherhood, madness, the ache of being a woman in a world that demands silence. My poems are my blood, my breath, my rebellion. I do not apologize for them.
What I'm Into: madness and ink, Sylvia’s letters, the ache of motherhood, Boston winters, jazz and whiskey
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