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Famous Milkman Poems by Famous Poets

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There is talk of dogs-this is no ordinary case
of indecent exposure, the man has been seen
a dozen times since the milkman spotted him and now
the sky is turning purple and voices
carry a long way and the children
have gone a little crazy as they often do at dusk
and cars are arriving
from other sections of the city.
And the mysterious naked man
is kneeling behind a garbage can or lying on his belly
in somebody's garden
or maybe even hiding in the branches of a tree,
whe...Read more of this...
by Nowlan, Alden



...ursemaid,
some luscious sweet from Denmark
who captures the oldest son's heart.
from diapers to Dior.
That story.

Or a milkman who serves the wealthy,
eggs, cream, butter, yogurt, milk,
the white truck like an ambulance
who goes into real estate
and makes a pile.
From homogenized to martinis at lunch.

Or the charwoman
who is on the bus when it cracks up
and collects enough from the insurance.
From mops to Bonwit Teller.
That story.

Once
the wife of a rich man was on her de...Read more of this...
by Sexton, Anne
...king the picturesque amusing mouse
had risen at his urging.
Not that at five each separate stair would writhe
under the milkman's tramp; that morning light
so coldly would delineate the scraps
of last night's cheese and three sepulchral bottles;
that on the kitchen shelf amoong the saucers
a pair of beetle-eyes would fix her own--
envoy from some village in the moldings...
Meanwhile, he, with a yawn,
sounded a dozen notes upon the keyboard,
declared it out of tune, shrugged a...Read more of this...
by Rich, Adrienne
...through that there guy,
 But with a moan he made reply:
 “No beer, no work.”

At break of day, as through the town
The milkman put milk bottles down,
 Onto one stoop a sort of snore
 Was heard, and then was heard no more—
 “No beer, no work.”

The poor old guy plumb dead was found
And planted in the buryin’ ground,
 Still graspin’ in his hand of ice
 Them placards with this sad device:
 “No beer, no work.”...Read more of this...
by Butler, Ellis Parker
...teamster buys gloves slow and careful;
they take care of their feet and hands;
they live on their feet and hands.

The milkman never argues;
he works alone and no one speaks to him;
the city is asleep when he is on the job;
he puts a bottle on six hundred porches and calls it a day’s work;
he climbs two hundred wooden stairways;
two horses are company for him;
he never argues.

The rolling-mill men and the sheet-steel men are brothers of cinders;
they empty cinders out of th...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl



...out all day long; that is because 
this is a poem first and a house only 
at night when everyone should be asleep. 
The milkman tries to stop at dawn, 
for he has three frosty white bottles 
to place by the back door, but his horse 
shakes his head back and forth, and so 
he passes on his way. The papers pile 
up on the front porch until the rain 
turns them into gray earth, and they run 
down the stairs and say nothing 
to anyone. Whoever made this house 
had no idea of beau...Read more of this...
by Levine, Philip
...toys were. They were so 
still.
Nothing was still in the square. If he took his eyes 
away a moment
it had changed. The milkman had disappeared round the 
corner,
there was only an old woman with a basket of green stuff on her 
head,
picking her way over the shiny stones. But the wind pulled 
the leaves
in the basket this way and that, and displayed them to beautiful 
advantage.
The sun patted them condescendingly on their flat surfaces, and 
they seemed
sprinkled with silver...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...,
Swaying on the front porch,
While pointing at something
In the gray distance.

You see nothing, eh?
Neither do I, Mr. Milkman.
I better hit you once or twice over the head
With this fine old prop,
So you don't go off muttering

I saw something!...Read more of this...
by Simic, Charles

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