#AnneSexton committed #suicide on this day in 1974. ( Her poem "Suicide Note" follows... I can't help but find it very disturbing. ) Apart from the previous attempts, the poems on the topic, and the years of erratic, full-speed behavior, there were no suicide notes. She even called her date for that night to say only that she would be late. She then put on her mother’s old mink coat, poured a last glass of vodka, stepped into her car in the closed garage, started the engine and turned on the radio. The following excerpt is from “Suicide Note”: …I could admit that I am only a coward crying me me me and not mention the little gnats, the moths, forced by circumstance to suck on the electric bulb. But surely you know that everyone has a death, his own death, waiting for him. So I will go now without old age or disease, wildly but accurately, knowing my best route, carried by that toy donkey I rode all these years, never asking, “Where are we going?” We were riding (if I'd only known) to this….