RIDERLESS HORSES BY ROBERT BLY

horses in the snow

               RIDERLESS HORSES

     An owl on the dark waters

     And so many torches smoking

     By mossy stone

     And horses that are seen riderless on moonlit

     nights

     A candle that flutters as a black hand

     Reaches out

     All of these mean

     A man with coins on his eyes

     The vast waters

     The cry of seagulls

                          ---Robert Bly

     from The Light Around The Body, 1967

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