Richard Wilbur (March 1, 1921)
Kick at the rock, Sam Johnson, break your bones:
But cloudy, cloudy is the stuff of stones.
We milk the cow of the world, and as we do
We whisper in her ear, 'You are not true.'
Submitted: Tuesday, August 12, 2003
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