Monday, February 1, 2010

Milk for Imbolc

You pump it from six goats
morning and evening
and renew your own. The baby
is harnessed to your back,
her dark head wobbling. Your life
and its order that isn’t mine.

From "Milk" by Shirley Kaufman. The complete poem is here.

Laren Woman with a Goat, Anton Mauve (1838-88)

1 comment:

chayaruchama said...

Unbelievably powerful.
It stuns me.