Washing Day

Anna Lætitia Barbauld

1743 to 1825

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The Muses are turned gossips; they have lost
The buskined step, and clear high-sounding phrase,
Language of gods. Come, then, domestic Muse,
In slip-shod measure loosely prattling on,
Of farm or orchard, pleasant curds and cream,
Or droning flies, or shoes lost in the mire
By little whimpering boy, with rueful face —
Come, Muse, and sing the dreaded washing day.
Ye who beneath the yoke of wedlock bend,
With bowed soul, full well ye ken the day
Which week, smooth sliding after week, brings on
Too soon; for to that day nor peace belongs,
Nor comfort; ere the first grey streak of dawn,
The red-armed washers come and chase repose.
Nor pleasant smile, nor quaint device of mirth,
Ere visited that day; the very cat,
From the wet kitchen scared, and reeking hearth,
Visits the parlour, an unwonted guest.
The silent breakfast meal is soon despatched,
Uninterrupted, save by anxious looks
Cast at the louring, if sky should lour.
From that last evil, oh preserve us, heavens!
For should the skies pour down, adieu to all
Remains of quiet; then expect to hear
Of sad disasters — dirt and gravel stains
Hard to efface, and loaded lines at once
Snapped short, and linen-horse by dog thrown down,
And all the petty miseries of life.
Saints have been calm while stretched upon the rack,
And Montezuma smiled on burning coals;
But never yet did housewife notable
Greet with a smile a rainy washing day.
But grant the welkin fair, require not thou
Who callest thyself, perchance, the master there,
Or study swept, or nicely dusted coat,
Or usual ’tendence; ask not, indiscreet,
Thy stockings mended, though the yawning rents
Gape wide as Erebus; nor hope to find
Some snug recess impervious. Shouldst thou try
The ’customed garden walks, thine eye shall rue
The budding fragrance of thy tender shrubs,
Myrtle or rose, all crushed beneath the weight
Of coarse-checked apron, with impatient hand
Twitched off when showers impend; or crossing lines
Shall mar thy musings, as the wet cold sheet
Flaps in thy face abrupt. Woe to the friend
Whose evil stars have urged him forth to claim
On such a dav the hospitable rites;
Looks blank at best, and stinted courtesy
Shall he receive; vainly he feeds his hopes
With dinner of roast chicken, savoury pie,
Or tart or pudding; pudding he nor tart
That day shall eat; nor, though the husband try —
Mending what can’t be helped — to kindle mirth
From cheer deficient, shall his consort’s brow
Clear up propitious; the unlucky guest
In silence dines, and early slinks away.
I well remember, when a child, the awe
This day struck into me; for then the maids,
I scarce knew why, looked cross, and drove me from them;
Nor soft caress could I obtain, nor hope
Usual indulgencies; jelly or creams,
Relic of costly suppers, and set by
For me their petted one; or buttered toast,
When butter was forbid; or thrilling tale
Of ghost, or witch, or murder. So I went
And sheltered me beside the parlour fire;
There my dear grandmother, eldest of forms,
Tended the little ones, and watched from harm;
Anxiously fond, though oft her spectacles
With elfin cunning hid, and oft the pins
Drawn from her ravelled stocking, might have soured
One less indulgent.
At intervals my mother’s voice was heard,
Urging dispatch; briskly the work went on,
All hands employed to wash, to rinse, to wring,
Or fold, and starch, and clap, and iron, and plait.
Then would I sit me down, and ponder much
Why washings were; sometimes through hollow hole
Of pipe amused we blew, and sent aloft
The floating bubbles; little dreaming then
To see, Montgolfier, thy silken ball
Ride buoyant through the clouds, so near approach
The sports of children and the toils of men.
Earth, air, and sky, and ocean hath its bubbles,
And verse is one of them — this most of all.

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Anna Lætitia Barbauld's Washing Day

Anna Laetitia Barbauld’s Washing Day is a mock-heroic poem that explores the mundane rituals of domestic life, specifically the often-dreaded day devoted to household laundry. In this work, Barbauld elevates the humdrum chores of washing to the realm of poetic grandeur, intertwining satire, domestic realism, and reflective nostalgia. This analysis will explore the poem’s use of form, tone, and literary devices to depict the intersection of the domestic sphere with broader existential and poetic concerns.

Form and Structure

Barbauld employs blank verse (unrhymed iambic pentameter), a meter traditionally associated with epic and grand themes. By juxtaposing this elevated form with the quotidian subject of laundry, she creates a humorous tension that underscores the incongruity of high literary aspirations and daily drudgery. This mock-heroic approach serves as both a critique of poetic conventions and a celebration of the overlooked labor inherent in domesticity.

The poem unfolds in a loose narrative structure, moving from a generalized invocation of the domestic Muse to specific vignettes of washing day. This episodic progression mirrors the scattered and chaotic nature of the day itself, emphasizing the disorder and emotional turmoil it brings.

Themes and Content

  1. Domestic Labor and Gender Roles
    The poem foregrounds the often-unacknowledged toil of women in the household. The "red-armed washers" symbolize the physicality and relentlessness of domestic work. Barbauld critiques the societal expectation that women must bear these burdens while remaining cheerful and accommodating, as evidenced in the housewife's inability to "greet with a smile a rainy washing day."

    The speaker’s appeal to "ye who beneath the yoke of wedlock bend" acknowledges the oppressive nature of marriage for women, where domestic responsibilities overshadow personal freedom or intellectual pursuits.

  2. Satire and Irony
    Barbauld’s tone oscillates between gentle satire and biting irony. The invocation of a "domestic Muse" mocks the loftiness of poetic invocations, while her detailed description of washing mishaps—"loaded lines at once / Snapped short" and "linen-horse by dog thrown down"—turns domestic struggles into epic disasters. The humor is tinged with pathos, reflecting the disproportionate emotional weight placed on seemingly trivial events.

  3. Childhood and Memory
    The speaker’s reflection on her childhood during washing day introduces a layer of nostalgia. As a child, she observes the tension in the household, where "maids...looked cross" and usual treats are withheld. Yet, there is also tenderness in her memory of her grandmother’s protective presence. This duality captures the complexity of domestic spaces as both nurturing and stifling.

  4. The Mundane and the Sublime
    In the concluding lines, Barbauld draws a surprising parallel between children’s soap bubbles and Montgolfier’s invention of the hot air balloon. This comparison elevates the humble to the sublime, suggesting that even the most mundane acts contain seeds of creativity and wonder. The idea that "verse is one of them" positions poetry itself as a fleeting bubble—ephemeral but capable of transcending the quotidian.

Imagery and Literary Devices

  1. Mock-Epic Devices

    • Invocation: The opening lines call upon the "domestic Muse," humorously positioning the poem within an epic tradition.
    • Comparison to Historical Figures: The exaggerated comparison of housewives enduring rainy washing days to saints on the rack or Montezuma smiling on burning coals amplifies the absurdity of the domestic struggle.
  2. Personification and Symbolism
    The household cat, "scared" and seeking refuge in the parlour, symbolizes the disruption washing day causes even to animals. The "reeking hearth" and "louring sky" create an atmosphere of oppression and foreboding.

  3. Allusions
    The reference to Montgolfier’s balloon grounds the poem in its historical context, connecting domestic labor to broader scientific and cultural advancements. This allusion exemplifies how small moments of play (blowing bubbles) can mirror significant human achievements.

  4. Tone and Voice
    The poem’s tone is conversational yet richly descriptive. Barbauld’s voice alternates between that of a wry observer and a nostalgic participant, allowing her to critique and celebrate domestic life simultaneously.

Conclusion

Anna Laetitia Barbauld’s Washing Day is a nuanced and multi-layered poem that defies traditional literary hierarchies by finding poetic significance in the everyday. Through her use of blank verse, irony, and vivid imagery, Barbauld elevates domestic labor while critiquing its constraints, especially on women. The poem's enduring relevance lies in its ability to bridge the gap between the mundane and the sublime, offering a timeless commentary on the intersection of gender, labor, and creativity.