Wyeth’s Milk Cans

Very much enjoying Richard Wilbur’s Collected Poems. Here’s one reason why.


Wyeth’s Milk Cans
by Richard Wilbur

Beyond them, hill and field
Harden, and summer’s easy
Wheel-ruts lie congealed.

What if these two bells tolled?
They’d make the bark-splintering
Music of pure cold.

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