"Her Sadness" is a poem in which she
talks about knowing too much about time for a pig.
She knows too much, she's been so humanized
the way that pets are.
And that is "Her Sister," which I'll read you.
And this is written in the stately triadic line.
"Kaya, my gentle Jersey cowfriend, you are no pig,
you are slow to think, your moods are like rounded clouds
drifting over the pasture, casting pleasant shadows.
You lift your head slowly up from the grass to greet me.
Occupied with your cud, you are all cow,
yet we are friends or even sisters.
We worship the same goddess, we look to the same humans
with love, for love.
When I tread the mud in pig patterns after a shower,
my footprints shine and reflect the sky.
In this, they resemble your huge kindly eyes.
My own are small as befits a pig,
but I behold your steep gray gold side, a bulwark
beside me."