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An Evening


The sun blazing slowly in its last hour


A horse motionless on a knoll

His long neck and mouth plunged to the earth

His tail blowing in filaments of fire


Tuft of grass that bends its illuminated head over its own shadow

The grass sleepy after the long feast of light


And the new leafed figs dancing a little in the silence

Readying themselves for the night


An evening



By those who understand it not


Robert Mezey



From Collected Poems: 1952-1999, University of Arkansas
Press, 2000.  Reprinted by permission of the author.

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