All day the blanket snapped and swelled
on the line, roused by a hot spring wind….
From there it witnessed the first sparrow,
early flies lifting their sticky feet,
and a green haze on the south-sloping hills.
Clouds rose over the mountain….At dusk
I took the blanket in, and we slept,
restless, under its fragrant weight.
Wash
Analysis, meaning and summary of Jane Kenyon's poem Wash
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This poem is gorgeuos. My favorite line is when she says “All day the blanket snapped and swelled” It really makes a simple everyday thing into beauty.