Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov’d
might secretly be indifferent to him.
Reading Whitman to the goats in the rain. It is a strange winter for them; they are eating their goat shed. Upon consultation, Bonnie Jo Campbell recommends a grass block, but also advises that, “they have their own way of negotiating the world…usually it is by eating it.”
Tagged: goats, grass blocks, leaves of grass, poetry, walt whitman
I vote for eating goats – excellent in tacos.