Friday, November 25, 2011

EARTH ~





Jim Harrison





NIGHT CREATURES


"The horses run around, their feet

are on the ground." In my headlights

there are nine running down the highway,

clack-clacking in the night, swerving

and drifting, some floating down the ditch,

two grays, the rest colorless in the dark.

What can I do for them? Nothing, night

is swallowing all of us, the fences

on each side have us trapped,

the fences tight to the ditches. Suddenly they turn.

I stop. They come back toward me,

my window open to the glorious smell of horses.

I'm asking the gods to see them home.



JIM HARRISON
Songs of Unreason
(Copper Canyon Press, 2011)





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2 comments:

jadecar said...

Yeah Bob,

It don't get any better

than Jim Harrison

's new poems.


'Cept maybe his

newest novel:

The Great Leader,

A Faux Mystery.


The both snagged

out of library

recent-

ly.


I give the poems

to my brother

who can't be bothered

to read poetry


other than Harrison

and Merrill Gil-

fill-

an.

Thank-you.


All best,
John

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Good to have word, John, and about the bedazzled brother with the right poetry books in his hands.

all's well, Bob