Carrying On

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Light as two grasshopper husks,
Hinged wings,
Mirror image, seesaw,
Picket twin, swallowtail,
Wind foe.

The crux in hand, a woman’s tool.
Well worn as my feet.

O wood in palm,
Purveyor of order,
The business of carrying on,
The tune whistled under my windowsill.
–Ann Quinn from “Clothespin”

 

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3 thoughts on “Carrying On

  1. Interesting poem about clothespins. Never saw them in quite that way. But then I am not a poet. I look at them through strictly utilitarian eyes. In fact, I just stripped my bed, washed sheets & pillowcases and hung them on my clothesline in the backyard. The clothesline is window sash cord; the pins are wood. I also hang light materials out to dry. For the the rest, especially towels, I use the dryer. I am able to do this almost all year long. In winter, I bring the sheets in, fold them, and place them on our radiators. Sometimes they are actually partially frozen. The aroma fills the whole house. And then, when they are finally back on the bed after their redolent journey, I get to enjoy the outside inside and get a great night’s sleep. My grandchildren tell me that this will always be one of their fondest memories of our home. There are communities in snooty suburbia around us that actually have an ordinance against using clotheslines, even in the backyard — and another ordinance against homeowners parking their own ‘commercial’ trucks or vans in their driveway. Needless to say, I would never live in an area where I was forbidden to use a clothesline.

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