The Chestnet Horse   Leave a comment

Horse (1 of 1) Art blogThe Chestnut Horse — Computer Art by kenne


What does the horse give you
That I cannot give you?  

I watch you when you are alone,
When you ride into the field behind the dairy,
Your hands buried in the mare’s
Dark mane. 

Then I know what lies behind your silence:
Scorn, hatred of me, of marriage.
Still, You want me to touch you;
You cry out As brides cry, but when I look at you I see
There are no children in your body. 

Then what is there?  

Nothing, I think.
Only haste
To die before I die.

In a dream, I watched you ride the horse
Over the dry fields and then
Dismount: you two walked together;
In the dark, you had no shadows.

But I felt them coming toward me
Since at night they go anywhere,
They are their own masters.

Look at me.
You think I don’t understand?
What is the animal
If not passage out of this life? 

— Louise Gluck



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