All day the blanket snapped and swelledon 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 duskI took the blanket in, and we slept,restless, under its fragrant weight.

-Jane Kenyon

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