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Young and Dreaming

From: Sewanee Review
Volume 121, Number 4, Fall 2013
pp. 527-529 | 10.1353/sew.2013.0115

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The Last Team

Dan and Queen were his last team.
I remember them standing stolidly
in their stalls with tired eyes, or slogging
slowly through the slanted morning
light, or, of an afternoon, returning to
the barn after a long day in the fields
with a plow or the old wooden wagon,
their tufted feet raising small bombs
of dust with every step, their ears twitching
in the wind, their tails and manes tossing,
slobber dripping from their drooling
mouths. Then, as if they hadn't already
done enough, we often asked for rides.
Uncle John would go to the barn and bring
them out again to take us round and
round the circle of the driveway. We
would hold to their manes, tighten our
knees on their flanks, stroke their strong
necks, and call them softly by their names
—as I do now: O Dan, O Queen.

One Summer Evening

He was drunk and driving.
The road was one they neither knew.
She was young and dreaming.

They were both lost in imagining
everything bold, to them so newly new.
But he was drunk and driving.

They were so caught up in trying
to learn their lives, to take the long view:
she, so lovely young and dreaming;

he, concentrating on keeping
the car to the narrow and the true
—but still drunk and driving.

They neither noticed that that evening
held something they could not undo
in their so young and drunken dreaming.

The car careened. It was falling
in spite of all that he could do.
He, so drunk and driving.
She, still young and dreaming.

Seasons

The snow had held the yard in thrall
since summer late had turned to fall,

but now that spring springs from its trance
and its first flowers begin to dance

the fence that parts her neighbor's
yard from hers, she too turns to labors

now for months forgot: uncobwebs
the darkened hibernation of the shed,

realigns the rakes and shovels, picks pots
for herbs and flowers, uncurls the knots

from a dormant snake of garden hose,
and seizes each aberrant thing that grows

and pulls it up. Then, when everything
is fully ready, she welcomes spring

as one who has always been patient
and, like the seasons, quietly defiant.

William Virgil Davis  

William Virgil Davis's most recent book of poetry is Landscape and Journey, winner of the New Criterion poetry prize.

Copyright © 2013 William Virgil Davis
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