Anne Sexton

The thing that seems to be saving me is the poetry

Is this letter strange? or more sensible or extra flat?

Still, I was pretty much my own self’s self, booming with enthusiasm about this and that

He didn’t SEEM shy or difficult but charming and very warm and friendly. I tried NOT to act suave (as you said) but this was difficult because part of my well-worn mask is being suave … I tried to tone down the mask and, as you said, “be myself.”

And Happy New Year, my darling, and all good things for you and yours,

fondly,

Ugh, I think I am missing you, & right now! I don’t know why—you are such a contrary creature. But I do. We do. Should I invite you again? I mean, you do know that you are always welcome here. Don’t you?

I am a machine of ideas. I adore (in a funny way) to think.

I don’t know why but I am very defensive around Lowell (I think I am afraid of him) … so I act like a bitch with these sarcastic remarks

(I’m the crazy one who thinks that words reach people).

You are my radar, my double check and now it’s full wind ahead.