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HOW THE SOIL DAMPENS FOR THE LOSS OF THEE
- University Press of Colorado
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20 HOW THE SOIL DAMPENS FOR THE LOSS OF THEE My horses do not wander the pasture. The skreep of a bird, far and hidden In the gray inflections Across the landscape. One eye of every beast is closed lightly. Silver lines of slugs on road-grit. Some dark shape in the mist Some dread thing emerging, and soon The rain. My horses are not My horses. The barn a borrowed thing From a time I do not remember, The sudden hallucinations of the lost Where any direction becomes home. Some kind of holding pattern That allows me no peace. My horses Were never horses. Which is The world I have left: the delicate Cheekbones of the misbegotten. ...
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