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Analysis of this paragraph along with the overall analysis of poem "Her Kind" by Anne Sexton.
This paragraph belongs to the same poem as mentioned above.
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 just need the analysis of both the paragraph and the poem itself, not a summary.