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The Horses by Jorge Guillén

Great PoetryPosted by Graham Thompson Wed, November 25, 2015 15:05:51

Shaggy and heavily natural, they stand

Immobile under their thick and cumbrous manes,

Pent in a barbed enclosure which contains,

By way of compensation, grazing-land.

Nothing disturbs them now. In slow increase

They fatten like grass. Doomed to be idle,

To haul no cart or wagon, wear no bridle,

They grow into a vegetable peace.

Soul is the issue of so strict a fate.

They harbor visions in their waking eyes,

And with their quiet ears participate

In heaven’s pure serenity, which lies

So near all things --- yet from the beasts concealed.

Serene now, superhuman, they crop their field.