The Glass and the Bowl
The father pours the milk from his glass
into the cup of the child,
and as the child drinks
the whiteness, opening
her throat to the good taste
eagerly, the father is filled.
He closes the refrigerator
on its light, he walks out
under the bowl of frozen darkness
and nothing seems withheld from him.
Overhead, the burst ropes of stars,
the buckets of craters,
the chaos of heaven, absence
of refuge in the design.
Yet down here, his daughter
in her quilts, under patterns
of diamonds and novas,
full of rich milk,
sleeping.http://www.dmoz.org/Arts/Literature/Authors/E/Erdrich,_Louise/
See Recuerda mi Corazon for more Stumbling Toward Ecstasy Today.
Paul Simon Father and Daughter with a Film from Mindwalker Studios
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