I know that I have died before— once in November, once in June. How strange to choose June again, so concrete with its green breasts and bellies . . . New York City will not mind. At night the bats will beat on the trees, knowing it all, seeing what they sensed all day.

--Anne Sexton .______________ Anne Sexton is always in my soul. Her poetry is amazing. She is unbelievable to me, so spectacular with her eloquence and inner troubles, out on paper for the world to know over and over again. No constriction of space and time, those words will always apply!