Wanting To Die By Anne Sexton Analysis

Maybe life is just a period of time that we exist in this world. Even though we have to enjoy it purposely, not just living as the robots wait until the day we run out of energy. Some of us find ourselves strong, some of us think that ourselves as weak as we used to be but in fact none of us is weak, nor strong. The difference between us that is having our own different purpose in life. Some of us might have an easy purpose to achieve, some of us might have a tough one to accomplish it. However, there are also some of us might do not have any purposes in life such as Anne Sexton. A beautiful young lady who lost her life’s purpose and adrift her life to the end. “Wanting To Die”, the poem published by Anne Sexton has let us see a purposeless
“I walk in my clothing” (2) even when she wears clothes, she still feels like she is naked in her soul. Walking inanimately knows that life has nothing for her and when the soul has guided by the boredom, it comes to the voyage, the voyage of seeking to death. It comes to her as the “lust” (3) which keeps alluring her to the desire of committing suicide. Sexton has “nothing against life” (4), she is still conscious about those positive qualities in things surrounding her that comes along in everyday life; “the grass blades you mention, / the furniture you have placed under the sun” (5-6). Even if she herself cannot feel positive about
It keeps pushing her to the edge of decease. But she doesn't know how to come to that edge. The only thing that speaks from her view about the suicidal is in a light where no one questions their actions, they only question the steps to complete an action. Such as the carpenters, they might picture an extraordinary masterpiece on their mind and craving to know “which tools” (8) they should use to create it, but they would “never ask why” (9) they have to build it. Mentionally, she uses the word “carpenter” (8) to introduce the idea of religions, every religion wants its worshippers to do some deeds to be in heaven but not hell. She now is as weak as the last petal attaches to the wilted flower-peduncle. She aware of where her soul is being guided and trying herself to decamp “the enemy” (11) but the enemy’s possession is too strong with its own magical power. Therefore, she is desperate and declares herself twice “have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, / have taken on his craft, his magic” (11-12). Sexton has desperately fought for her own life, consequently, now she is so exhausted that having just a rest could make her “drooling at the mouth-hole”