American Pharaoh
Of Egypt we have heard
No one could hide away
Though tried the Arabs
As well as Westerners…
Their leaders, sons of sun
Always were, named Pharaoh.
But this one is not theirs
Powerful always loots
Steals and, stores, hoards
Then rewrites history.
This is why Americans
Also have a Pharaoh,
This is horse.
Winner of prizes…
In sleep and dream, we two met
The writer and the horse.
“All I get is my hay…
Now and then a brush, a caress
But news came to me
I will be a stud, well-groomed
I will have moon brides
Each of them Aphrodite
Read the rest…”
His two eyes two moons but
Black Pearl, Shiny-Dark.
Looked at me and I saw
Reflection of myself…
'Wish they did,
Let me choose my lovers
I don’t like the imposed.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
has a little of the Pindarian Anschutz- the breathless, falling forward effect.