Sampling from the new Pocket Poets volume Poems About Horses—work by writers from Shakespeare and Sir Philip Sidney to the anonymous cowboy lyrics of the old West, with James Wright, Ted Hughes, Gary Snyder, Jean Valentine, Maxine Kumin, Jane Hirshfield and many others in the mix—we offer a horse song by the award-winning Idaho poet Robert Wrigley.
Kissing a Horse
Of the two spoiled, barn-sour geldings
we owned that year, it was Red—
skittish and prone to explode
even at fourteen years—who’d let me
hold my face to his own: the massive labyrinthine
caverns of the nostrils, the broad plain
up to the head to the eyes. He’d let me stroke
his coarse chin whiskers and take
his soft meaty underlip
in my hands, press my man’s carnivorous
kiss to his grass-nipping under half of one, just
so that I could smell
the long way his breath had come from the rain
and the sun, the lungs and the heart,
from a world that meant no harm.
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This was wonderful!
What a lovely, and familiar, description!
creates the world of the horse and makes one want to honor it. thank you.
You know a poem is good when your eyes tear up. I may be seventy-five, but I guess I’m still the girl who got her dream: a horse to ride to school.
In congruence with Jane’s comment…”You know a poem is good when your eyes tear up..”, or you feel an ache between your shoulder blades and you feel all tingly. The feeling of being at one with the spirit of wildness is a wonderful almost other worldly feeling.
I just want to thank whoever is responsible for selecting these wonderful poems. I have been receiving them throughout the month, and it has been a great great pleasure. RT
I emailed this poem to my 11-year-old granddaughter, who loves horses. The poet movingly portrays a deeply positive sense of nature as embodied in the body of a horse.