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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Anne Sexton's poem Where It Was At Back Then

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