Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
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Together with the poet's wonderful words and my own imagination I could see these 2 horses in the dark, welcoming a break to their routine which was not enough to spoil their content 'togetherness'. The final line - made a terrific impact on me. In such few words the poet was saying how happy the event had made the character - bursting into blossom if he could. One doesn't have to imagine how happy he was - it's all there to enjoy.
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bowing shyly as wet swans makes me think of a swan seeing its own reflection in the water -- kind of a narcissus thing. Swans and other fowl have that habit of ducking their heads -- it is part of their communication and mating dance. Horses do it, too. I think the last stanza relates to the beauty of springtime and the cycle of fertility and the glimpse that he has been afforded of that, seeing the love of these horses.
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what do you think he's talking about in the last stanza??
and line 11, "they bow shyky as wet swans" -
it's a Beauty
Its like a fragrance you can feel but cant express properly but to say it’s a beauty -
Beautiful poem.
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I don't know what it's about but it made me feel happy
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