1543: Horses at Midnight Without a Moon | Jack Gilbert

Sep 12, 2012 17:44

"Horses at Midnight Without a Moon"
Jack Gilbert

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through
the dirty streets. It is no surprise
that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain,
knows that spring has begun.

On this day in...
2011: "My Grandmother Washes Her Feet in the Sink of the Bathroom at Sears" by Mohja Kahf
2010: Weekend, no poem
2009: "i love you much(most beautiful darling)" by e.e. cummings
2008: "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats
2007: "Funeral Blues" by W.H. Auden

This/was an early year, before/I knew the line between desire and need.

jack gilbert, william aberg

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