A review by moonscapist
Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters by Anne Sexton

5.0

The soul, is I think, a human being who speaks with the pressure of death at his head. That's how I'd phrase it. The self in trouble . . . not just the self without love (as us) but the self as it will always be (with gun at its head finally) . . . To live and know it is only for the moment . . . that is to know the soul.