the scrapbooks of anne sexton

I adore Anne Sexton. I discovered her work last Fall and am at the tip of the iceberg in terms of how much I've read (though I will say that The Addict is beautiful, and very much spoke to me). Taking her emotional poetry and early suicide into consideration, I believe that she was a person who felt deeply, perhaps more than most. These pages from her personal scrapbook are signs of happier days. If you look closely, you'll see that the pages are filled with momentos from her elopement. They key to their suite, an newspaper ad for a film they say together, a Western Union telegraph from her parents (who are sick with worry). There's something invaluable and sweet that somewhere in this world, these objects exist on paper. I hope to do the same when I reach a similar point in my life. Though I know myself and will think it somewhat inconvienant at the time, Anne Sexton shows me that it'll be worth the effort.

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