They wouldn’t let me go into the Cole Eye Clinic with Lady for her horrendous traumatic massive eye needle shot today, so I sat on a side street for 2.5 hours with nothing to read but Anne Sexton’s Live or Die (poems 1962-66).
Instead of Live or Die it should be titled LET ME DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE… she killed herself 8 years later, believe Cleveland was her last reading.
Good writing, but I felt nothing for her sadnesses nor these poems.
“Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 – October 4, 1974) was an American poet known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967 for her book Live or Die. Her poetry details her long battle with depression, suicidal tendencies, and intimate details from her private life, including relationships with her husband and children, whom it was later alleged she physically and sexually assaulted.” – Wikipedia