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Anne Sexton

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

Where It Was At Back Then


Husband,
last night I dreamt
they cut off your hands and feet.
Husband,
you whispered to me,
Now we are both incomplete.

Husband,
I held all four
in my arms like sons and daughters.
Husband,
I bent slowly down
and washed them in magical waters.

Husband,
I placed each one
where it belonged on you.
'A miracle,'
you said and we laughed
the laugh of the well-to-do.

Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

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