First Stanza
Written in the first person, Her Kind is a poem about subversity, the speaker acknowledging that she has been all three personas at some time in her life - the witch, the mother, the adulteress. It is stated matter of factly in the last line of each stanza: I have been her kind.
The speaker has been a witch, metaphorically of course, possessed by a demon spirit, which immediately suggests that this persona is supernatural, inhabiting a world beyond normal thought and culture. The language is dark, weird and gothic; note the use of possessed, haunting, black, evil, lonely, twelve fingered, out of mind.
She is flying over the plain houses of suburbia, implying that down there life is ordinary and boring and tedious and the only way to overcome it is to live in the darker dream, to stretch the limits of sanity. The judgemental eyes of surburbia are on her during the day, so best emerge at night.
This is no ordinary witch, she has twelve fingers (which makes her a bit freaky and is bound to alienate people), is lonely and doesn't function well in the daylight, doesn't get on in the 9 - 5 world, and doesn't quite feel a complete woman when she's in this mode of being.
- Hitch is an unusual word to use and done my hitch even more of a challenge to understand.To hitch-hike is to travel on the road thumbing a lift. A hitch is some minor problem or issue. To hitch is to jerkily move something, to connect - and this meaning seems to work best in this context.
Second Stanza
Anne Sexton loved fairytales and myths and the second stanza takes the reader further out into this other world and an alternative role to that of the suburban housewife. Again, this could be the metaphorical witch discovering the caves.
A cave is an archetypal home or safe-place where traditionally things of great value are stored, such as gold or treasure. The fact that this cave is in a wood adds another layer of symbolism to this story, the wood being the place where people get lost, meet good or evil entities, experience a breakthrough.
Possessions become a focus, from a skillet to silks, that is, objects from the middle-class kitchen to the perfumed bedroom. And the offspring have to be fed, be they worm or elf, keeping everything in its right order.
The role of the lonely housewife, looking after the home and the kids, is brought into sharp focus in this second stanza. Although Sexton wrote this poem at a time when most women were expected to be queens of the domestic scene, before the onset of feminism, the issue still resonates today.
Women who are stigmatised for living life unconventionally are misunderstood by society. The speaker, in candid fashion, admits that she has experienced society's wrong judgement.