Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

Wash - Poem by Jane Kenyon

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.


Comments about Wash by Jane Kenyon

  • (8/6/2016 7:28:00 AM)


    A beautifully rhymes poem and a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/15/2015 11:27:00 AM)


    Wash

    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.

    - ITALIAN:

    Bucato

    Per tutto il giorno la coperta ha schioccato e svolazzato
    sul filo, risvegliata dal caldo vento di primavera..
    Da lì ha osservato il primo passero,
    le mosche mattiniere che sollevano i piedi appiccicosi,
    e una nebbiolina verde sulle colline degradanti verso sud.
    Nuvole si sono levate sopra la montagna.. All'imbrunire
    Ho riportato dentro la coperta, e abbiamo dormito,
    irrequieti, sotto il suo fragrante peso.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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