Horses at Midnight Without a Moon
by Jack Gilbert
(copy pasted from site - poets.org - originally heard as read by Joseph Goldstein at Be Here Now)
~Song included after poem is Thom Yorke~
Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down,
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through the dirty streets.
It is no surprise that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain
- knows that spring has begun.
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