THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga,
Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your cheeks
Nor the sky winter blue of your eyes.
Let your mammy keep hands off the chin.
This is a high holy spatter of white on the reds and blues.
  
Before the bottle was taken away,
Before you so proudly began today
Drinking your milk from the rim of a cup
They did not splash this high holy white on your chin.
  
There are dreams in your eyes, Helga.
Tall reaches of wind sweep the clear blue.
The winter is young yet, so young.
Only a little cupful of winter has touched your lips.
Drink on … milk with your lips … dreams with your eyes.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg (Carl Sandburg Art)
Poem: 18. Winter Milk
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- V. Mist Forms
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Poem of the Day: Jun 10 2009
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