Spring 1988 • Vol. X No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1988 |

Pastoral

Today I love them for their elegance, Thoughtlessness, arched planes Of the head. I love to watch them At pasture under October clouds Crawling the slopes with shadow, And the horses, spotted ponies In this light, look skinny and fast to race, Belonging more to the earth than ever. One year I checked all the foals Before they could even stand up For wheat-ears at the point of the throat, The mark of sorrow over the heart, A beauty spot and a wives' tale of bad luck, And I found only one, like a tear darned In a sock, a seam holding the body's Bag of angled bones. That colt Looked weak, and I bottle-fed him. He'd lie across my lap and give up His greedy mouth to cow's milk and molasses. Free of blemish as the untroubled sun Marking the land with a kind Of cowlick, light-lick, he saunters Out of memory; maybe he's grateful For the white sweat the wind dries On his skin as the winds die. Now I'm going to be darkened and passed By shadowy patches the clouds cast; I'm going to look close

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