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I remember once being shown the black bull
when a child at the farm for eggs and milk
I remember once being shown the black bull
when a child at the farm for eggs and milk
And this was known as the milk room,
/ the coldest room in the cool house.
/ There, on a paint-stained table,
/ Jugs and bowls…
SUMMER-TIME…
/ Living is easy:
/ wide-horned shaggy cows, rust-red,
/ waist-deep in thick sedge.
/
/ DIPPER.
/ white tux, black dj,
/ takes the ripples of applause,
/ all the stones a…
1, the rust-red one, hide-gleaming:
/ 2, the blackandwhite one,
/ like a pied crow:
/ 3, the zebra-hide, long belly-knotted:
/ 4, the…
A small calf on a cart, on cobblestones, happily whisking his tail, a Polish stork, lost in thought, a
/ peasant woman…
i.m. my father
/
/ While I was shawling the strawberries
/ with fine green netting, you told me
/ about the cow that swam to the…
I am a cow named Poetry,
/ I give a little milk,
/ usually 2.5% fat,
/ sometimes I manage
/ to squeeze out 3%,
/ I’m proud…
A single dog is sent Away bye.
/ Mothers, a day’s warmth in their bodies,
/ rise reluctant from nests of flattened grass;
/ barge hard…
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