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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.

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