(and now i laugh. i have searched fifteen minutes or more for this poem which is not the poem i believed i was searching for, but the one i know i was. funny how things are not what we think they are. nonetheless, this is what i thought of:
Watering the Horse
How strange to think of giving up all ambition! Suddenly I see with such clear eyes The white flake of snow That has just fallen on the horse's mane!
overwhelmed... such purity and simplicity... i see longing too, but perhaps longing doesn't belong here, this lonely and pure grass should be left as it is, swaying beyond the horizon of human longing...
The colors and shadows are captivating!
ReplyDeletei'm speechless.
ReplyDelete(and now i laugh. i have searched fifteen minutes or more for this poem which is not the poem i believed i was searching for, but the one i know i was. funny how things are not what we think they are. nonetheless, this is what i thought of:
Watering the Horse
How strange to think of giving up all ambition!
Suddenly I see with such clear eyes
The white flake of snow
That has just fallen on the horse's mane!
Robert Bly)
xo
erin
Susan: Thank you.
ReplyDeleteerin: what happy surprises when things are not what we expected them to be ... where would we be without surprise? :-)
ReplyDeletethank you for the poem. i haven't read Bly in ages ... but maybe I should....
These are just gorgeous, some of my favourites so far. Even the assonance and the doubling of the letters in 'marram grass' are a pleasure :)
ReplyDeleteoverwhelmed... such purity and simplicity... i see longing too, but perhaps longing doesn't belong here, this lonely and pure grass should be left as it is, swaying beyond the horizon of human longing...
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