Saturday, January 14, 2017

Clothespins

by Robert Bly
from his collection entitled Morning Poems

I'd like to have spent my life making
Clothespins. Nothing would be harmed,
Except some pines, probably on land
I owned and would replant. I'd see
My work on clotheslines near some lake,
Up north on a day in October, 
Perhaps twelve clothespins, the wood
Still fresh, and a light wind blowing.