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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
Understood
By those who understand it not
Robert Mezey
From
Collected Poems: 1952-1999, University of
Arkansas
Press, ©
2000. Reprinted by permission of the author. |