Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HEIFER, by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER First Line: Old herder's daughter, thou whose hands are skilled Last Line: And hold it slung until her store be spent. Subject(s): Cows; Milk; Milkmen; Milkmaids | ||||||||
OLD herder's daughter, thou whose hands are skilled To draw the teat till thirty bowls be filled, Ware the red heifer with the sullen gaze That goes companionless apart to graze. Free, she will break away, untamed and fleet. Not thro' thy fingers shalt thou draw her teat, Unless thou hoist with skill a sleek limb bent And hold it slung until her store be spent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR SON SWEARS HE HAS 102 GALLONS OF WATER IN HIS BODY by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE MY MOTHER'S MILKMAN by DIANE WAKOSKI BABY'S PANTOUM by ANNE WALDMAN MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO MILKING TIME by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR LYNTON VERSES: 3 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A YOUNG MAN by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER |
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