Anne Sexton wrote her first sonnet during the Christmas of 1952. Her mother, Mary Gray, who was recovering from surgery thought of herself as the family poet, and when Anne had acted on Dr. Orne’s advise to pursue her poetry, she had not received her mother’s blessing. Mary Gray began to write her own poetry and Anne saved two poems her mother had written after her surgery. One reads: It matters not to me at all/ that trees can rise as well as fall /because with you I am a frail/ expression of the will to fail/

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Anne Sexton’s style was very much like her mothers, as you can see in this poem. I sit upon the floor and play a game/O lunatic ancestor….give me another name/ I sit on this floor and crazily break/the pieces apart…. for my children’s sake/ Anne said of her mother’s poetry, “Mother could probably be as good as I am if she knew the current language. She uses old language. But I didn’t know the current language when I started out writing poetry either.

Anne attended a poetry workshop at Boston Center for Adult education, in her bangles, high heels, red lipstick,and perfume, all sophistication in the sweatshirt tennis shoes atmosphere. She took pages of her poetry along and found it at least as good as anyone else’s and joined the class. What Anne learned in 1957 was the tricks of the trade. She was already a poet.

The fact that Anne felt well enough to take a poetry class but not well enough to care for her children was a sore point with her family. But the truth was Linda and Joy, Anne’s children were a trial to her. Joy was cared for by her husband, Kayo’s parents, and Linda was kept at home but was a neglected child. George, Anne’s father told Dr. Orne, ” It is my personal belief that she is playing us for a bunch of suckers, and has no intention of assuming responsibility for her family. It appears to me that we all, you, her husband, and I should now get tough with her. She told her doctor, If I didn’t have Linda there to reflect my depression, it wouldn’t be so bad. I don’t want Linda around and she knows it. I hate her and I slap her in the face. Any demand she makes is too much.

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Work on her poetry went on. Anne wrote rough drafts and poured over her dictionary. She took over the dining table and the small house began to look like an office. Gradually the flow of images would become works of art. She kept as many as 60 poems in constant circulation to magazines and journals. The Christian Science Monitor accepted “The Balance Wheel” and “The Reading.” This acceptance won the respect of her family. Soon Anne was stabilized on anti depressants and brought Joy home, although she was still unstable and undergoing psychiatric treatment.

Kayo thought her poetry was an indulgence, just as the psychiatry was an indulgence. Kayo would grab her and throw her to the floor and hit her. Anne received a scholarship that paid her tuition at Antioch Writer’s Conference and once again Kayo’s mother, Billie, took the children. The following year Anne published in forty different magazines. She left a strong impression at Antioch. She was flirtatious, bawdy, and funny, Jack Matthews recalled.

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From the end of August 1958 through 1959 Anne wrote to W.D. Snodgrass several times a month, gossiping and keeping him up to date on the progress of her career. His responses were steady and warm. He did not allow their intimacy to become sexual, unlike the previous poet lovers she had attracted. However Anne’s demands for his approval began to wear on his nerves but he continued their friendship. Anne was hospitalized for attempted suicide and recuperated at her parents house, while there she attempted suicide again. While in the mental institution she wrote:

I remember we named you Joyce
so we could call you Joy
I needed you. I didn’t want a boy.
only a girl, a small milky mouse
of a girl, already loved….
I, who was never quiet sure
about being a girl, needed another
life, another image to remind me.
And this was my worst guilt; you could not cure
nor soothe it. I made you to find me.

Anne Sexton Part Three to come later.

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