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)
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Unbelievably powerful.
It stuns me.
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