Day 832: Her Kind

 'A woman like that is misunderstood...' 

Once upon a time, who or what was a witch? 

A powerful woman. An individual. A woman not afraid to be who she wanted to be. Who didn't 

answer to society's rigid code. Anne Sexton channels this idea here for a feisty declaration of  

courageous individualism.

Her Kind - Anne Sexton 

I have gone out, a possessed witch,   

haunting the black air, braver at night;   

dreaming evil, I have done my hitch   

over the plain houses, light by light:   

lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.   

A woman like that is not a woman, quite.   

I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,   

filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,   

closets, silks, innumerable goods;

fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:   

whining, rearranging the disaligned.

A woman like that is misunderstood.

I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,

waved my nude arms at villages going by,   

learning the last bright routes, survivor   

where your flames still bite my thigh

and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.   

A woman like that is not ashamed to die.   

I have been her kind.